Lyrics

Waves fold, she holds onto the dance light
Cuz’ it’s the last song she’ll be remembered by
But the first her baby will feel are chased
By the right of passage and the right of life
“She doesn’t want to be a mother”

And I find it hard to second guess a world that points at you
And it’s awfully quiet now that the streets are clear

He’s got it all
The knowhow and lovely neglect
Pull that trigger boy
You’ve got that bang in you
But nothing to prove
Put for the boys to the left
And the girls to the right
Making his chances on maybes and games
“He doesn’t want to be a father”

And I find it hard to second guess a world that points at you
And it’s awfully quiet now that the streets are clear

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang

Doesn’t want to be a mother
He could never be a father

And I find it hard to second guess a world that points at you
And it’s awfully quiet now that the streets are clear
The streets are clear

And I find it hard
The streets are all clear
Don’t second guess me

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang