Bullet for Your Sweetheart - Make Out Monday

Well, I brought the blanks

You made the target

No one will hear the shot from the closet

Baby’s got an alibi

Baby’s got an alibi

Your voice sounds so sweet

Muffled and shaken

Brando can wait

James Dean is starving

Twenty seven messages and still no reply

You said it yourself, oh oh

Love is a killer, oh oh

I never expected

You’d be on the trigger

With a bullet for your sweetheart

Roses for the casket

She’s taking 'em down one by one

All of her lovers die young

Bullet for your sweetheart

Roses for the casket

What an explosion we’ll make

Kiss kiss bang bang

My darling

Everyone’s telling the stories, the stories

You’re out every night and tasting the wine

Because loneliness is boring

Well, I brought the candles

You stained 'em red

I fought the cancer

You kept the bed

Twenty seven messages are loaded in hand

You got a bullet for your sweetheart

Roses for the casket

She’s taking 'em down one by one

All of her lovers die young

Bullet for your sweetheart

Roses for the casket

What an explosion we’ll make

Kiss kiss bang bang

She’s taking 'em down one by one

All of her lovers die young

She’s taking 'em down

One by one

And all of her lovers die young

How could you do this to your sweetheart?

Roses for the casket

She’s taking 'em down one by one

All of her lovers die young

Bullet for your sweetheart

Roses for the casket

What an explosion we’ll make

Kiss kiss bang bang

What an explosion we’ll make

Kiss kiss bang bang