Bang Bang Bang
Mark Ronson Lyrics

Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more) Bang, bang, bang
Starting with a countdown and increasing tempo, the song talks about a situation where the artist is getting ready for something big, and the excitement is getting higher and higher.

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding it, behind moulting feathers
The artist talks about getting rid of irrelevant information and distractions. He is focusing on what truly matters and knows that hiding behind deceiving information won't work.

On the plane, on my brain, 'bout to do the sho' 40k contract, take it out the do' Dice, symbolize my life, roll 'em on the flo' From your grubby hands, as you hand the grandstand You live a shitty life, we live a bon, bon vie Hotter than the book, while we watch the tv Think you got us fooled, ooh never again First time, shame on me, second time, your time will end
The artist talks about being on the verge of signing a big contract and how it will change their lives. He also mentions how others try to deceive them but they won't fall for it again. The artist is also aware of how they are living better lives while others are living, in his words, a 'shitty life.'

No way, bang your dead, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete Bang your dead, alouette, here's your silhouette Je te plumerai la, tete Je te plumerai la, tete
The chorus of the song talks about the consequences of trying to deceive or harm someone, and how it will leave them with their silhouette and no power. The phrase 'Je te plumerai la, tete' is French for 'I will pluck your head'.

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
In the second verse, the artist talks about the harsh realities of the world, but also how there is a time limit for everything. They are determined to succeed despite the cruelty of the world.

Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions We're faced with decisions, to fight a fricassee And you've clearly decided, on how to handle me Difficile, imbecile, is it fake, is it real Are we dying on our feet, are we trying in our sleep There's a rumour goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high
The third verse highlights how difficult the world can be and how people must make important decisions. It talks about rumors of power in the city, and wonder whether people are allowed to succeed or not. The artist refers to being clever while also recognizing the challenge of the situation.

Numbers, you got that number You're logging hours, and don't see the big picture Over your shoulder, you'll get no last words Because it's too late, you've clipped your own wings (your own wings)
In the last verse, Ronson talks about people focusing solely on numbers without understanding the big picture. He warns those people that ultimately they will be paying the price, and so it is too late for them. 'Clipped your own wings'' means you caused your own problems.

We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're never gonna, believe in, the stories, that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you
The bridge emphasizes that the listeners will no longer believe in lies and deceptions. They are choosing truth over fiction, and to put trust in each other rather than being misguided by manipulators. This belief also includes that stories uveiled have been proved to be true.

Stories (you with the tall tales), how many stories (so many tall tales) We climb the structure (you scale the ladder) You build it higher (you make us madder) We take our aim (so now we're bearin' off) You perch above your nest (in your charms) The stories in your head (it's a crazy bald head) Yeah, that's what got you dead
The outro of the song repeats the idea of stories and lies. The artists describe the hierarchy and the one who tells multiple stories while climbing the ladder while other people aim to succeed. Meanwhile, the person perches high in their nest but they ultimately fail due to their own deceitful nature.