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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
Father:
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The Government?
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The Government (fk yeah!)
Bullet:
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away... I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
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, killing us away
Father:
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government? (x2)
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government (fk yeah!)
Bullet:
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
I've got love songs in my head, killing us away
Father:
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government? (x2)
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government? (fk yeah!)
