The 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)
"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)