Mark Ronson, the Business Intl, Mndr - Bang Bang Bang (Count And Sinden Remix)

Un, deux, trois Turn it up a little bit Bang, bang, bang Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking around my head Your information But there's no hiding behind molting feathers On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the show 40k contract, take it out the door Dice symbolize my life, roll 'em on the floor From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand You live a shitty life, we live the bonne, bonne vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the TV Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête No way, no The clock is ticking forward No way It's just a cruel, cruel world Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions and lab appositions But based with decisions to fight a fricassee And you've clearly decided on how to handle me Difficile imbecile, is it fake, is it real? Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep? There's a rumor goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high Numbers, you got my number You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (Your own wings) No way, bang your dead, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (You with the tall tales) How many stories? (So many tall tales) We climb the structure (You scale the ladder) You build it higher (You make us madder) We take our aim (So now we're barin' all) You perch above your nest (In your charms) The stories in your head (It's a crazy bald head) That's what got you dead Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tête, je te plumerai la tête Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (Alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (Alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything