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)
"your government?" (fuck yeah)