La la la la la la lo
La la la la la la lo
La la la la la la lo
La la la la la la lo

One time, two time
Givin' me a slow one
Filthy lovers hands
At the trigger of a handgun

Three time, four time
Throw me on a big bed
Open up yer mouth
And put a bullet in yer dumb head

(Oh)

Big lips she shifts
Smells of a hot sun
I know she can dance
But she really is a fat one
Well I must admit I was a little scared
When she got undressed
But it was bang bang bang
She said she wasn't impressed
But it's all
Take her gentle
It's all
Fucking mental
It's all
Over before it begins

And it's all
Worse than dying
It's all
Terrifying
It's all
Little pistols and pimps

Lying on this big girls floor
Tell me something
Tell me more
Pistols on her swollen bed
Pointing at my aching head

There was a singing in the windows
And a humming in my poor head
She was smoking in the corner
And said I hope to God you feel dead

Well I must admit I was a little scared
When she got undressed
And it was bang bang bang
She said she wasn't impressed
Well it's all
Take her gentle
It's all
Fuckin' mental
It's all
Over before it begins

And it's all
Worse than dying
It's all
Terrifying
It's all
Little pistols n' pimps

Lying on this big girls floor
Tell me something
Tell me more
Pistols on her swollen bed
Pointing at my aching head

Chase me halfway down the street
Shootin' at my aching feet
Got no I.D
Got no clothes
Am I dead
Christ only knows