The bullet:
"I've got a [bad word] on a pretty pistol,
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Father told us to be faithful

I've got a [bad word] 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"

The father:
"Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
Your Government?

Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
Your Government  [bad word] yeah!)"

The bullet;
"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, that are killing us away"

The father:
"Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government? (3x)
Do you love your guns? (yeah!)
God? (yeah!)
The government  [bad word] yeah!)"