Sure shot Taking everything they need Up from Kampot Chewing up the yaba speed Your midnight knockers, baby, came and take the kids away Bangkok Sitting out the labor wheel Clip lock Tuol Sleng to the Killing Fields Chinese bullets, we save them for another day Baby, got your rhythm Got your teenage guns Shaking down the system For Brother Number One Iron Dome Tell the kids they've got to leave Roll the God bones Ramallah to the Tel Aviv Hellfire missile, baby, raining on your wedding day Baby's got her rhythm She's got her teenage guns Breaking down the system For Brother Number One Brother, my brother Malverde Play the gobernante game Santa Muerte, killing in our lady's name Got a Mossberg handle and a 12 guage shotgun shell Baby get your rhythm You've got your teenage guns Shaking down the system For Brother Number One You win the hearts of people But the people have got to run Everybody's dying For Brother Number One Brother, my brother