Let’s make a film, it’ll be such fun
All you need is a girl and a gun,
Apparently

We’ll pump it full of art and 
It’ll make a sure-fire success
Of you and me

And if I [bad word] in the face of lust
The [bad word]  pain and prescription [bad word] Will get me through

So don’t tell me I’m not thinking straight
I’m looking rough but I’m feeling great
I promise you

There’s no turning [bad word] 
It’s too much love that’s killing me
So that method stuff and your empathy
I just don’t need

Performance problems in the bed
We’ll beef up your part with blood and sweat
Just make-believe

That you’re as happy as a bird
Who thinks that “cage” is just a word
We call home

And all your existential holes
Will clog up when the camera rolls
I swear

No, there’s no turning [bad word] There’s no turning [bad word] 
The world’s too big and life’s too short
To act so badly out of sorts
We all grow up

But it feels like the end [bad word] And we’ve only just begun
To live, my love

No, there’s no turning [bad word] 
All you need’s
girl, and a gun
Give a gun