The Bullets

I drink for the armor
She drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
I put it on
And it always fits
Just gotta watch out for the bullets

Oh, no

The guns are blarin'
But i just don’t care. and
It's always comeback
Were not beyond that...
But i always come back

I drink for the armor
She drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
Her brains a bomb
And her mouth's a fist
I’m always bleeding from the bullets

I drink for the armor
She drinks for the ammo
We go together like the colors in the camo
I put it on
And it always fits
God Damn. I've learned to love the bullets

When I left her
It felt worse than wife cheating
It felt worse then high treason
When she was gone
It felt worse than van tippin'
It felt worse than bad trippin'
Worse than
Worse than Father killin'
Worse than
Worse than mother pills stealin'
Worse than
Time release paint peelin'

I'm
I’m
You’re coming around
You're coming around
I’m coming around
I came back around
Your gonna come back around
Your, Your comin' around
...Unless you die