Loaded Guns

We're so fucking done Living under loaded guns Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt But I just had some sex on a cross with a nun And I fucked every gender that's under the sun They say there's only two, but I counted twenty-one And they say I'm doomed, on a path straight to hell But they've never taken shrooms, all they really wanna sell Is a place after death, trade hate for respect I can't wait for the day that they take their last breath We're so fucking done Living under loaded guns Brain-dead, out of touch Old man, now your time is up Oh, my bad, I didn't mean all Christians Just the bitches who don't listen, and point their fingers dissing I'll be pissing on their graves when their dusty asses kick it Tell me who's got more charges, me or pastor Vincent? Old white men always gotta say shit They can hold my dick, they don't want a conversation They just want their kids to end up rich and racist They're running outta time, and I'm running outta patience We're so fucking done Living under loaded guns Brain-dead, out of touch Old man, now your time is up This is a public service announcement I'm gonna suck all your old man dicks And then I'm-, and then I'm- And then I'm-, and then I'm gonna kill you We're so fucking done Living under loaded guns Brain-dead, out of touch Old man, now your time is up We're so fucking done Living under loaded guns Brain-dead, out of touch Old man, now your time is up Old man, now your time is up