Hot One - Pistol-Whip Me lyrics

rate me

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!