The Love Song

The bullet:
Ive got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful
Ive got a crush on a pretty pistol
should I tell her that I feel this way
Ive got love songs in my head
that are 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:
She tells me Im a pretty bullet
Im gonna be a star someday
Mother says that we should look away
She tells me Im a pretty bullet
an Imitation Christ
Ive got love songs in my head
that are killing us away
The Father:
do you love your guns?
(yeah)
god?
(yeah)
the government?
(fuck yeah)