| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Jonny from the streets was a gangster son
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| Born he was livin', livin' on the run
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| He was fifteen, when he picked up the gun
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| From that day on Jonny’s life was done
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| He was sixteen when he caught his first case
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| Heard his mother crying, saying 'oh what a waste'
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| But to live by the gun was all that he knew
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| On a street like this it was all you could do Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Eighteen years old Jonny’s back in the fold
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| A little bit bigger and a lot more bold
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| Now Jonny’s out to even the score
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| Hand in his pocket holding his forty-four
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| And then it went down, quick as a flash
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| Sound of the trigger then a thunderous crash
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| And since his birth, his odds were none
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| Jonny was a boy he was a gangster son
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Shell casings on the floor as the gun goes off, I heard
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| Bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang
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| Hears bang bang bang bang bang |