Pull the trigger on a point blank kiss This close you better never miss Heart beatin' like a bullet into my chest Bitin' my lip and wreckin' my bed But Cinderella never sees the sun You'll be gone before mornin' comes Like to love, but you love to run

Crawling from hell Fallen from grace So we can reincarnate And there is nothing left to take Leaving the past to the grave You pull the trigger just for fun Forgetting I'm a loaded gun So hate me for the things I've done

Wildfire, burn baby Burn for me Flames rising Hit me like a bullet Finger on the trigger pull it, pull it You're poison running through my veins End it with a spark into a pool of gasoline Feel the calm before the storm

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

She pulls the trigger until the gun goes click! In a perfect world... her face would not exist In a perfect world... a broken heart is fixed In a perfect world... I'd see no therapist In a perfect world... this wouldn't make me sick Control-Alt-Deleted

Countdown, to the very end, Equality, an invitation that we won't extend Ready aim, pull the trigger now, In time you firmly secure your place in hell If we're the flagship of peace and prosperity We're taking on water and about to fuckin' sink No one

Don't shoot love baby Don't shoot love Don't shoot When you get that feeling I got my hands up screaming Shoot the lights out Got my hands up screaming So go ahead pull the trigger Go ahead pull the trigger

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Ready or not One little kiss Here she comes, here we go When she pulls the trigger, I'm a loaded buckshot A kick to the bull at the rodeo But here she comes, here we go It's a match to the fuse The last bell in school It's a match to the fuse, the last

It's what we're made of It's who we are Let's start a fire Let's pull this trigger 'Cause all these bruises Make our skin thicker Now everybody Can see our scars (can see our scars)