On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger.
[Chorus]:
Your weapon is a Pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Your weapon is a Pistola.
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless ink well
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice.
[Chorus]
On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger.
[Chorus]
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