The Love Song
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)
The bullet:
“I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away”