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
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
Brain-dead, out of touch
Old man, 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 can hold my dick, they don't want a conversation
They just want their kids to end up rich and racist
They're running outta time, and I'm running outta patience

We're so fucking done
Living under loaded guns
Brain-dead, out of touch
Old man, 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
Brain-dead, out of touch
Old man, now your time is up

We're so fucking done
Living under loaded guns
Brain-dead, out of touch
Old man, now your time is up

Old man, now your time is up