Darlene lives on the second floor
And the tears are dragging her down
Darlene looks so tense of more than a hundred ways
Laying in humiliation

Bad! Bang! Kill the boy he is just a Bam!

Darlene and her trust always obsessed
Talking to the dealers
Darlene is a waste for borderline’s faith
Unhappy in her lost reputation

Bad! Bang! Kill the boy he is just a Bam!

Vivid boys in the streets
Fighting for joy and stealing for the cash
She listens laughs and regrets, her son has arrived
Unlikely drunk

10 seconds before the policeman came
She just heard a shotgun
Seeing Johnny boy dying on the floor, smoking hole in her son
They say he saved you Darlene, who saved you Darlene
D-A-R-L-E-N-E

All the boys are so loose
Looking for the violence ‘cause life is just a game

Cleaning all blood on the floor
She took her breath and reminded he’s gone away