The Love Song

“I got a crush on a pretty pistol
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful”

“I 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”

“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
Fuck yeah

I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away
I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away

She tells me I’m a pretty bullet
I’m gunna be a star some day
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

“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
Fuck yeah

I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away
I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away
I’ve got love songs in my head, killing us away

“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
“Do you love your guns?” Yeah
“god?” Yeah
“The government?”
Fuck yeah
Last night
I think he should of suffered
Longer