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 Angel 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 have thought of rose petals mostly perfect and 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 gun Whoa whoa

I told the angels Cant stay in heaven I asked 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 like a gun