Dear Lady Gaga,

Once upon a time, you made music videos that, while showcasing your uniqueness, carefully toed the line between entertainingly wacky and the psych ward. You could dance and sing and not eat rosaries while doing so. Those days may have been less ridiculous, but there is something to be said for making a music video that actually reflects what is going on in the song.

Oh, and you have rifles coming out of your boobs.