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)