shoot 'em down
twisted sister
she looks so fine like champagne or wine
plays us for fools if we wanna let her
across the room she sees some buffoon blown away by her style
she goes out of her way so that she can play and make him beg for a little while
shoot 'em down to the ground
like caviar or a fine foreign car
they're down on their knees
he'll make 'em crawl for the hell of it all
and then just for fun he'll say she's the one and then he'll make her die
they don't care about feelings
they were meant to be stepped on
they go and step on another one
these people prey on us every day
so they make their own rules
they shoot us down for fun
shoot them down with a gun