The Used

Cut Up Angels

The Used

If we cut out the bad
Well then we´d have nothing left
Like i cut up your mouth
The night i stuffed it all in

And you lied to the angels
Said i stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
They´ll clean up the mess

I lost my head
You couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottle
Watch me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there

I have thought of rose petals
Mostly perfect and pure
I thought of your petals
And the abuse they´ve been through

I lost my head
You couldn´t come
This lust to brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head
I couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels just like a gun YEA

I told the angels
Can´t stay in heaven
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil.

If we cut out the bad
Then we´d have nothing left
Like i cut up your angels
Yeh you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

You lost your head
I couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

I lost my head
You couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

I lost my head
You couldn´t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Feels like a gun.
Feels like a gun.
Feels like a gun.
Feels like a...

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