Runnin' wild, 'round a roundabout
Got it figured out, why you only go in circles
You can lie, all your walls around
All them building blocks
No exit, no exit

Baby I know my gospel but I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble, but somebody needs to
We're-a feed your ego, ego

Bang-bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?
Ego, ego
Bang-bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?

Sing it loud just like you believe
How to receive
Everything you said was perfect
Livin' life so delusional
You could lose it all
No question, no question

Baby I know my gospel but I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble but somebody needs to
We're-a feed your ego, ego

Bang-bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?
Ego, ego
Bang-bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?

I bet you stopped to see the car crash, didn't you?
You told yourself that it's a rotten world, didn't you?
Personified the greatness, reap the rewards
Convinced the words are something real 'til they're strikin' a chord
You musta been pushing your weight so your headpiece is so big
You so rotten my brother, what a way to live
Top of the food chain, chucking the loose change
But who are they to say you got no taste
You got no-holds-barred, mister know-it-all
Noble star, he don't know, then he won't go far
'Cause he ain't no fool, but he's tucked up at night
With a belly full of "I'm so cool", and that's life

Oh, oaby I know my gospel but I ain't a preacher, I ain't a preacher
Sorry to burst your bubble but somebody needs to
We're-a feed your ego, ego

(Something's got to give) bang-bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?
Ego, ego
Bang bang baby, down you fall
Ain't you mister know-it-all?

Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Something's got to give

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Writer(s): BEN ASH, INA CHRISTINE WROLDSEN, RORY CHARLES GRAHAM