Pistolero

I'm a gunslinger with a big gun, yeah
Gunslinger with a big gun
Where are the dead bodies you left behind?

Paradigms of a lost cause
We know you'll be shooting in the sea of infidels
But if you want to have fun in a funny way
Don't forget that life always comes to an end
If you were bored, the band is bored
And tired of an industry that takes you for a fool
Scream loud, jump high, and suck on this candy I have saved for you

Because we're into healthy and natural sex
And that's why they accuse us of having low morals
If you don't understand us, we'll run you over
And have journalists for lunch in chicken broth