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 don't need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
My secret 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
I don't 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 don't need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Monday, March 12, 2007
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