Love song
[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
