• Pick up
    The phone
    Cause you know that I'm all alone
    Stick up
    Your gun
    As you point it tward the burning sun

    Missles and bullets
    My love is true
    Are guns to the sky
    Will you pull thru?
    This is my lulla-buh-bye
    As we point are guns to the sky

    Psycos and magic
    Out lives are tragic
    Liveing in havoc
    You all can have it!

    Gore and the rain
    My love is true
    Are guns to the sky
    Will you pull thru?
    This is my lulla-buh-bye
    As we point are guns to the sky

    We are
    No different
    So diffrent
    No sky
    No gun

    Missles
    My love
    The sky
    You pull
    Lulla-buh-bye
    As we point are guns to the sky