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!)»
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? (3x)
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government (fuck yeah!)»