Pistola Incubus

[Verse 1]
On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Trigger, trigger finger

[Chorus]
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola, ooh
Backcombing your fear, fear, yeah
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless inkwell
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice, hey!

[Chorus]
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola, ooh
Backcombing your fear, fear, yeah
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Interlude]
(Yeah)

[Bridge]
(Hey, hey!)
(Hey, hey!)
(Hey, hey!)
(Hey, hey!)