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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,
There's no need to fear, fear yeah.
Yeah my pen is a pistola.
My sacred arsenal is an infinite, ageless inkwell.
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
Yeah my pen is a pistola,
There's no need to fear, fear yeah.
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,
There's no need to fear, fear yeah.
Yeah my pen is a pistola.
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