Loaded Guns (Live In Minneapolis) lyrics

[Intro]
How many of you are getting really f*cking sick of old men making lies about communities they dont know the first thing of?
This next song is called loaded (loaded guns)

[Verse 1]
Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt
But I just had some sex on a cross with a nun
And I f*cked every gender that's under the sun
They say there's only 2, but I counted 21
And they say I'm doomed on a path straight to hell, but they've never taken shrooms
All they really wanna sell, is a place after death
Trade hatе for respect, I can't wait for the day that thеy take their last breath

[Chorus]
We're so f*cking done, living under loaded guns
Braindead, out of touch
Old men, now your time is up
Run, were coming into the crowd

[Verse 2]
Oh, my bad, I didn't mean all Christians
Just the b*tches who don't listen
And point their fingers, dissin'
I'll be p*ssin' on their graves
When their dusty asses kick it
Tell me, who's got more charges?
Me or pastor Vincent?
Old white men, always gotta say sh*t
They could hold my di*k, they don't want a conversation
They just want their kids to end up rich and racist
They're running out of time and were runnin' out of patience
[Chorus]
We're so f*cking done, living under loaded guns
Braindead, out of touch
Old men, now your time is up
What!

[Bridge]
This song has the tendancy to make a certain type of bigot and racist p*ss their f*cking pants, when they hear everybody singing together
So if you see this were so f*cking done living under loaded guns hear we go!

[Chorus]
We're so f*cking done, living under loaded guns (listen the f*ck up)
Braindead, out of touch (keep it going, do it together now!)
Old men, now your time is up
We're so f*cking done, living under loaded guns
Braindead, out of touch
Old men, now your time is up
(thats what im talking about)