On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing
My attention:
A bullet
My body:
A trigger finger
And my pen is a Pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
And my pen is a Pistola
My secret arsenal
Is an infinite ageless inkwell
It’s a fountain of youth
And a patriot’s weapon of choice
And my pen is a Pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
And my pen is a Pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offence is poised and rearing
My attention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
And my pen is a Pistola
I don’t need to fear, fear you
Yeah my pen is a Pistola