слова песни Used, The - 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
Watched you bite into the bottle
Watched me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there
I had thought of rose petals most 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 a (like a)...
Almost feels like a (like a)...
Almost feels like a gun
Woah woah
I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil, the devil, the devil
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, yeah!
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...