Modern Vices Pleasure Gun lyrics

Please, don't allow me to fall—out.
Oh buddy, it won't be lost,
For I am gone with the girl of the desert sun
Pleasure gun,
Shoot me in the brain,
Bang, bang, bang.

Going to feel so good,
Like it should....

Children fire at the sun.
My mom told me it was dumb,
I begged her for the gun.
Shoot each other, making love.
The kids made it look so fun,
It could never shed my blood.

She told me it was no good,
Pleasure gun-misunderstood.

Shoot me in the brain,
Bang, bang, bang.

Please don't let her tear me apart,
Never had a soulful heart.
Pleasure gun is nice to me,
Makes me happy, gently.
Aim for any mourning dove,
Pleasure gun only makes love.
My mom told it was dumb,
Children fire at the sun.