Midnight strikes we're on our own watching our tv
The moon is full, our clothes come off
Blame it on biology
The man from new york city said he's gonna make us huge
But it's rigged for fun, yeah a loaded gun
Darling what's the use?
Singing we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways
Alright

Juvenile behavior, do my antics make you scared?
When you're looking for a savior, but our heros never cared
You're savin' up your stock pile, fight off werewolf youth
You're savin' up your stock pile, but we can take the abuse
Alright, singing we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways

So don't shoot

Singing, we don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your silver bullet
We don't need your hard attempt to turn us into somebody else, yeah
We don't need your stupid bullet, anyways
It goes bang, (don't shoot)
(Don't shoot)
It goes bang, (don't shoot)
It goes bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot)
It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, (don't shoot)

Composição: Cole Becker / Max Becker