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