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 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?
Do you love your Guns? (yeah) God? (yeah) Your government? (fuck yeah)
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)
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