Please, don't allow me to fallâout.
Oh buddy, it won't be lost,
For I am gone with the girl of the desert sun
Pleasure gun,
Shoot me in the brain,
Bang, bang, bang.
Going to feel so good,
Like it should....
Children fire at the sun.
My mom told me it was dumb,
I begged her for the gun.
Shoot each other, making love.
The kids made it look so fun,
It could never shed my blood.
She told me it was no good,
Pleasure gun-misunderstood.