Most Firearms Are More Than Adequate In Killing An Undead Brain
Lyrics
Use lead. Fill the air. We move without a care.
I couldn’t make what I take so start believing.
I can’t help but put bullets in all the things I love.
I tried to run pulled a trigger on a cop car.
We act like we got it all figured, all figured.
I tried to run pulled a trigger on a cop car.
I can’t help but put bullets in all the things I love.
Took the first to brain
The second that I came.
Great Satan’s here to save, start kneeling.
Hallelujah to the brave start killing.
I tried to run pulled a trigger on a cop car.
We tried nice, played nice, we didn’t get very far.
It’s a fake! It’s a fake!
I can’t help but put bullets in all the things I love.
I took the first to brain the second that I came.
You fell asleep in my arms. I said it’d be o.k.
Send your sister. Send your brother. Four Hail Mary’s, and an Our Father.
I tried to run pulled a trigger on a cop car.
We act like we got it all figured, all figured.
I tried to run but I didn’t get far.
I tried to run pulled a trigger on a cop car.
I can’t help but put bullets in all the things I love.
I can’t help but put bullets in all the things I love.
Burn it down.
Writer(s): Sean Lenart
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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