Ammunition

Walked to the store
For your nicotine vapor
Was a fast trip
And I am willing and able
Your best friend says that I’m a clown
My mom said to stay off your street now
We just keep the blinds down
Let the love spin round and round
Round and round
Oh, grab the gun, baby
Oh, baby, grab the gun
I don’t mean those rubber bullets
God damn, we need ammunition
Woke up seasick on a plane
With a long drive home through the summer rain
You sent your heart
And I know that it came
Stitched over mine with minimal pain
But it stays
Oh, grab the gun, baby
Oh, baby, grab the gun
I don’t mean those rubber bullets
God damn, we need ammunition
Ammunition
Ammunition
Alright
I tried to drive for a while
Through the suburban sprawl with a nail in my tire
I broke down just around midnight
You hooked me up, saying it was alright
Alright
Alright
Oh, grab the gun, baby
Oh, baby, grab the gun
I don’t mean those rubber bullets
God damn we need ammunition
Ammunition
Ammunition
Ammunition