Bullet

All right

I like that

How you do that, Scott?

Like what's-his-name, man
Drummer of...what's his name?

Excuse me now, I've got a call
I'll take this call from Valhalla
Please tell my friends from outer space
You are my son, you'll take my place

And if the revolution comes
I've got some good friends there
Take my place, after all, you are my son
You take the moon, I'll take the sun

And, by the way, if the revolution comes
Please take my rifles and take my guns
A single bullet loaded in each one

And if you don't like my melody
I'll sing it in a major key
I'll sing it very happily
But if everybody is all aboard
Let's take it back to that minor chord

You are my son, you'll take my place
Please tell my friends from outer space
I'll take this call from Valhalla

Excuse me now, I've got a call
I've got some good friends there

Revolution comes
A single bullet loaded in each one
Please take my rifles, please take my guns

And by the way, if the revolution comes
You take my rifles, take my guns
You take my place because you are my son

Excuse me now, I'll take the sun
I'll take my place in Valhalla
And if the revolution comes
Please take my guns