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 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, killing us away
The bullet:
“She tells me I’m a pretty bullet
I’m gonna be a star some day
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 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!
“Last night… I think he should have suffered…
longer”