I was five
and he was six
we rode on horses
made of sticks
He wore black
and I wore white
He would always
win the fight
bang, bang
He shot me down
bang, bang
I hit the ground
bang, bang
That awful sound
bang, bang
my baby
shot me down
I was five
and he was six
we rode on horses
made of sticks
He wore black
and I wore white
He would always
win the fight
bang, bang
He shot me down
bang, bang
I hit the ground
bang, bang
That awful sound
bang, bang
my baby
shot me down
Bang, bang
he shot me down
Bang, bang
I hit the ground
Bang, bang
That awful sound
bang, bang
my baby
shot me down
