La la la la la la lo,

La la la la la la lo,

La la la la la la lo,

La la la la la la lo

One time, two time, givin' me a slow one

Flippin' lovers hands, with a trigger of a handgun

Three time, four time, throw me on a big bed

Open up yer mouth, I'll put a bullet in yer dumb head

Oh..

Blip blip she shifts, smells of a little hot sun

I know she can dance, but she really is a fat one

Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed

And it was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed

And it's all sick n gentle

It's all fuckin' mental

It's all over before it begins

And it's all worse than dying

It's all terrifing

It's all little pistols and pimps

Lying on this big girls floor

Tell me something, tell me more

Pistols on her swollen bed

Pointing at my aching head

There was a singer in the windows and a humming in my poor head

She was smoking in the corner and said I hope you, don't you feel dead

Well I must admit I was a little scared, when she got undressed

It was bang bang bang, but she wasn't impressed

And it's all sick n gentle

It's all fuckin' mental

It's all over before it begins

And it's all worse than dying

It's all terrifing

It's all little pistols and pimps

Lying on this big girls floor

Tell me something, tell me more

Pistols on her swollen bed

Pointing at my aching head

Chase me half way down the street

Shootin' at my aching feet

Got no I.D

Got no clothes

Am I dead?

Christ only knows