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)

"the government?"

"do you love your guns?" (yeah)

"god?" (yeah)

"the government?" (fuck yeah)

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away

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)

"the government?" (fuck yeah)

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away

"do you love your guns?" (yeah)

"god?" (yeah)

"the government?" (fuck yeah)