too many heartaches have been rejected
i feel adrenaline ejecting and i'll soon go on my way
i find no fascination to stimulate
you find love inside an automatic gun
another lifestyle breaks on the carpet
without old intuition we're feeling stronger
the cartridge empty but marxists still reply
you find love inside an automatic gun
i throw my fist in your chest in search of the refugee
love is bust from an aerosol can
with new abandon again we're resurrected
oh you find love inside an automatic gun
you find love inside an automatic gun