Frank Black And The Catholics - Bullet lyrics

All right I like that How you do that, Scott? Like what's-his-name, man Drummer of...what's his name? Excuse me now, I've got a call I'll take this call from Valhalla Please tell my friends from outer space You are my son, you'll take my place And if the revolution comes I've got some good friends there Take my place, after all, you are my son You take the moon, I'll take the sun And, by the way, if the revolution comes Please take my rifles and take my guns A single bullet loaded in each one And if you don't like my melody I'll sing it in a major key I'll sing it very happily But if everybody is all aboard Let's take it back to that minor chord You are my son, you'll take my place Please tell my friends from outer space I'll take this call from Valhalla Excuse me now, I've got a call I've got some good friends there Revolution comes A single bullet loaded in each one Please take my rifles, please take my guns And by the way, if the revolution comes You take my rifles, take my guns You take my place because you are my son Excuse me now, I'll take the sun I'll take my place in Valhalla And if the revolution comes Please take my guns