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)

I've got love songs in my head

that are killing us away (x2)

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)