Loaded Guns

We're so fucking done living under loaded guns

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt

But I just had some sex on a cross with a nun

And I fucked every gender that's under the sun (I did)

They say there's only two, but I counted twenty-one

And they say I'm doomed on a path straight to hell, but they've never taken shrooms

All they really wanna sell is a place after death

Trade hate for respect, I can't wait for the day that they take their last breath

We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns

Braindead, out of touch

Old men, now your time is up

Oh, my bad, I didn't mean all Christians

Just the bitches who don't listen

And point their fingers, dissing

I'll be pissing on their graves

When their dusty asses kick it

Tell me, who's got more charges?

Me or Pastor Vincent?

Old white men always gotta say shit

They could hold my dick, they don't want a conversation

They just want their kids to end up rich and racist

They're running out of time and I'm running out of patience

We're so fucking done living under loaded guns

Braindead, out of touch

Old men, now your time is up

This is a public service announcement!

I'm gonna suck all your old man dicks

And then I'm, and then I'm, and then I'm, and then I'm gonna kill you

We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns

Braindead, out of touch

Old men, now your time is up

We're so fucking done, living under loaded guns

Braindead, out of touch

Old men, now your time is up

Old men, now your time is up