The Love Song - Live

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 killing us away
Do you love your guns?

(Yeah)

God?

(Yeah)
Your government?

Do you love your guns?

(Yeah)
God?

(Yeah)

Your government?
(Fuck yeah)

I've got love songs in my head killing us away
Got love songs in my head killing us away

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 killing us away
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
(Fuck yeah)
I've got love songs in my head killing us away
Got love songs in my head killing us away
Got love songs in my head killing us away
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
Do you love your guns?
(Yeah)
God?
(Yeah)
Your government?
(Fuck yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): John Lowery, Twiggy Siehe White, Jeordie Ramirez, Marilyn Manson
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