Bullet Songtext

von Small Sins

Our love is more than church bells,
Our love is more than church bells,
I'll find us the best place in hell,
Cuz our love is more than church bells.
Teacher put me in my place,
Teacher put me in my place,
What makes you think you're so smart,
To question what my god creates.
I remember shouts across the parking lot,
They were calling us fags,
What kind of weapons have I got,
To defend what I'm not?
There's a gun that I hid under the stairs,
There's a gun that I hid under the stairs,
The bullet inside's got a name,
In the gun that I hid under the stairs.
I remember shouts across the parking lot,
They were calling us fags,
What kind of weapons have I got,
To defend what I'm not?
We've just gotta get out of this place,
We've just gotta get out of this place,
We've just gotta get out of this place