Lyrics:

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)
'the government?'
'do you love your guns?'
(yeah)
'god?'
(yeah)
'the 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?'
(fuck yeah)