Pull the trigger, ain't nobody gonna do it for you Pull the trigger, don't hesitate, just shoot Pull the trigger Yeah, ey, ah, nothing Ain't nobody gonna do it for you Maybe, you should pull the fucking trigger Yeah, why you believing the propaganda? Why

Shoot to thrill, play to kill I got my gun at the ready, gonna fire at will So don't you fool around I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull the trigger Too many women with too many pills 'Cause I shoot to thrill, and I'm ready to kill All you women who want a

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

Love gun, (love gun), love gun Love gun, (love gun) No place for hidin' baby, no place to run You pull the trigger of my I really love you baby, I love what you've got Let's get together, we can get hot No more tomorrow, baby time is today Girl, I can

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

The trip into the black Life's dying fall Graveyard disciples march into the fields Existence through destruction The bodies beneath the wheels Born to pull the trigger Fuel to feed the hate Innocence is shattered The blood that cripples the hand of fate

But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts To put this to your head If you're already dead? Before I pull this trigger Your eyes vacant and stained And should I be shocked now By the last thing you said?

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

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

Boys will be boys Have some composure And where is your posture? You're pulling the trigger Pulling the trigger Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention When I say shotgun, you say wedding