Текст песни

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and thugs and blood on the street
Blood, 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 a sad 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 ga
Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom

Hay, hay, hayloft
Hay, hay, hayloft

He testify, you testify
You lie, you lie
Hey Pop, you die
You fuckin' die
You fuckin' die
You testify
You testi-

Not a bad kid
She had to do it (she had to kill him)
She's not a bad kid, she had to do it
She had to do it (she couldn't not), she had to kill him
She's not a bad kid, but she didn't want to (but she had to do it)
She had to do it (she had to do), she had to do it
She's not a bad kid, but she had to do it
She had to crack, she had to kill him

Die