Lletres: The Used. Cut Up Angels.

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

Watch 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 had thought of rose petals
Mostly perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they've been through

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
(Yeah)
Almost feels like
(Yeah)
Almost feels like a gun
Whoa, whoa

(Whoa, whoa)
I told the angels
(Whoa whoa)
Can't stay in heaven
(Whoa whoa)
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil
(Whoa whoa)

If we cut out the bad well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah 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 just like a gun

I lost my head
You couldn't come
Lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

I lost my head
You couldn't come
Lust to my brain almost feels like a
(Like a)
Almost feels like a
(Like a)
Almost feels like a gun

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