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Born, the second son of old mad King George No, not riche nouveau Born of champagne toasts and ghost of noble inbreeders Killers queens and murder marquise On unbended knee We beg to differ with thee. We wanna topple your throne. So break out the riot gear cuz I don't wanna bleed alone! (Chorus) Oh Yeah All Right Come On Pistol Whip Me! Come On Come On Pistol Whip Me! Boy you got that truncheon Of the mighty Jesus-joy. Lord, at a black-tie function I'm hoping for an open shot. Adored by no-one Oh what a little man will do Hoping daddy might see We gotta disagree. We wanna rattle your bones. Oh baby best call your boys cuz I don't wanna go alone! (Chorus) Oh Yeah All Right Come On Pistol Whip Me! Come On Come On Pistol Whip Me! This one's for your mom. Barbara! Pistol Whip Me! Pistol Whip Me! Pistol Whip Me! |