Bang Bang Bang
The Business Intl Lyrics

Un, deux, trois Bang, bang, bang
Counting in French before making a loud noise, possibly to signify a sudden and forceful action.

Feathers, I'm plucking feathers One by one, by one No more skylarking, around my head Your information But there's no hiding, behind moulting feathers
The persona is removing the cover-ups and lies that the other party has been spouting. Even shedding feathers of doubt but still can't fully uncover the truth.

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 persona seems to have a successful business deal lined up and is rolling the dice (taking a risk) to further improve their living standards. The other party is living a sad existence, thinking they can fool the persona again for the second time.

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 persona is determined to expose the lies and deception and metaphorically pluck feathers from the dishonest party's head. The repeated phrase of 'Je te plumerai la, tete' is a French song about plucking a lark's head. This further emphasizes the theme of shedding cover-ups.

No way, no, (the clock) it's ticking forward No way, it's just a cruel, cruel world
The world may be harsh and unforgiving, but the persona is not accepting the dishonest behavior of the other party.

Cruel world is fittin', they got us all hittin' With late night divisions, and lab app decisions But based 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
Despite the harshness of the world, the persona will not be easily defeated. The persona is aware of the scheming of the other party and is making strategic decisions to counter them. The persona ponders if they are making the right choices and wonders if they are living life to the fullest. Talks of powerful people ruling the town suggest corrupt behaviour.

Numbers, you got that number You're looking outwards, 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)
The other party may have the upper hand, but they are not thinking clearly and don't see the bigger picture. They won't have a chance to explain themselves because it's too late and their own actions have led to their downfall.

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 persona is not buying the lies and is placing their trust in the truth and their own judgment rather than in the deceitful other party.

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) That's what got you dead
The persona sees through the facade and knows that the other party is telling tall tales. While the other party tries to build their reputation by climbing higher and higher, the persona is aiming to expose them. In the end, the tales the other party created were their undoing.

Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang (alouette) When feathers fly, you deny everything yo
Repeating the opening lines to end the song perhaps suggesting that the persona will continue to fight against these kinds of deceitful situations. The last two lines indicate that when caught red-handed, the other party will still try to lie and deny their wrongdoing.