Goodbye my worried mother
For I go to the slaughter
A girl with fancy eyebrows
This love, you know I'd die for
The bullets are flying
The patriots dying
Cause she’s such a sweet girl
A sub-machine gun girl
Take off her strange attire
Make love with skies of fire
And bombs bursting in air
Our moans create a prayer
We cry but we don't fight
Living it up with my something to die for
I’ve given it up to the enemy the enemy
Cause she’s such a sweet girl
A sub-machine gun girl
I’m giving it up for the enemy, the enemy
The bullets are flying
The patriots dying
And me I’m just lying with the enemy the enemy
Cause she’s such a sweet girl
A sub-machine gun girl
I’m giving it up to the enemy
Living it up with my something to die for
I’ve given it up to the enemy the enemy
Cause she’s such a sweet girl
A sub-machine gun girl
I’m giving it up for the enemy, the enemy
The bullets are flying
The patriots dying
And me I’m just lying with the enemy
I think these are perfect now. Keyword = THINK.
"Ancient Wiccan lore states that if you beat somebody 23 times over the head with a fire extinguisher, the Wiccans believe it heals them."
