On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola I donīt need to fear, fear you Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless inkwell Itīs a fountain of youth and a patriotīs weapon of choice
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola I donīt need to fear, fear you Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola I donīt need to fear, fear you Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
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