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 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? (Fuck, yeah!) 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 Gonna be a star, someday Mother says that we should look away She tells me I'm a pretty bullet An imitation Christ I 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!) I 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!) 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!) (Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson-) (I take issue to God, I take issue to God, I take issue to God) (Along, along)