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
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)