The bullet:
"I've got a crush on 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?"
(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)