Pistola

Criminal-minded, gangster of love
Charms in your arms, your gun is wild warm
Worn, bang bang, shoot 'em up
Tips in your clip, click-clack, use 'em up
Bad intentions and a very good shot
X marks the spot where you cross the heart
Candlelight vigil on my memory block
Commemorate the date where the bomb got dropped

Love, steady war no more
Put your weapon away, quit collecting the slain
She said "You're right, I don't wanna fight...
I just like the fire and the flashing lights"

If you are to fall in love
Then where should you stand to begin with?
And when the falling is done
How bad should you plan to get injured?
And if you land on your feet
Does it count as a fall or a jump?
And does it feel like a fall
When the hands that pushed you were holding you up?

Close encounter, got you wide open
Heartache has got your boombox going
Music and vocals, lonely and soulful
You're back in the scene where your sweet dreams sold you Labels: The Real