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)
