Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot and the other got lost in Drugs and punks and blood on the street Blo-blood on her knees, bloody history Whatever happened to the hayloft? Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop? He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long johns on, singing that old song My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun I better run My baby's got a gun It goes Boom boom crack Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break She really didn't wanna make it messy She really, really didn't but the girl gone cray My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun I bеtter run My baby's got a gun It goes Boom boom crack Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom She crucify (shе crucify) She crucify (she crucify) Hey Pop, you die! You die! (My baby's got a gun) (My baby's got a gun) (My baby's got a gun) (I better run) (My baby's got a gun) (It goes) (Boom boom crack) (Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom) (My baby's got a gun) (My baby's got a) My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun I better run My baby's got a gun It goes Boom boom crack Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun I better run My baby's got a gun It goes Boom boom crack Ga-ga-ga-ga boom ga-ga-ga-ga She's not a bad kid She's not a bad kid But she had to do it She had to do it They're not a bad kid But they had to do it They couldn't not They had to face off She's not a bad kid But they had to do it She had to crack She had to kill Pop