Pistola

On the tip of my tongue an offence, it is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger

Yeah, my pen is a pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen 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

Yeah, my pen is a pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a pistola

On the tip of my tongue an offence, it is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger

Yeah, my pen is a pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a pistola