The bullet:
"i've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should i tell her that i feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should i tell her that i feel this way
Got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
The father:
"do you love your
Guns?" (yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
"do you love your
Guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(fuck yeah)
Got love songs in my head
Killing us away
Got love songs in my head
Killing us away
The bullet:
"she tells me i'm a pretty bullet
I'm gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me i'm a pretty bullet
An imitation christ
I've got love songs in my head
That are killing us away"
The father:
"do you love your
Guns?"
(yeah)
"god?"
(yeah)
"your government?"
(fuck yeah)
