Yeah, the poor police had another bad day
Lookin' for a shooter that got away
Googly eyes on the Metrobus
Nobody knows who the hell to trust
Tears of a mother screamin' through the night
Some kind of wrong you can never make right
You keep tryna make some money and soul
All you get left with a gun so cold
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Teenage kids on the naked ground
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Five bullets in Pigeontown
Yeah, we all come together and we watch the parade
Celebratin' Martin Luther King Day
Everybody's happy and your trumpets gleam
This is the day when we all have a dream
Yeah, a white sedan comin' down on the South
Sunroof open and the "Who Dat?" decal
Shots ring out by this grocery store
Everybody down, hit the floor
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Teenage kids on the naked ground
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Five bullets in Pigeontown
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Teenage kids on the naked ground
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Five bullets in Pigeontown
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Teenage kids on the naked ground
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Five bullets in Pigeontown
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Teenage kids on the naked ground
Boom, boom, boom, that American sound
Five bullets in Pigeontown
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