Lyrics

You've got me shaking from the way you're talkin' My heart is breakin', but there's no use cryin' What a cyanide surprise you have left for my eyes If I had common sense, I'd cut myself or curl up and die Sticks and stones could break my bones But anything you say will only fuel my lungs Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck Before an audience of death You would be the corpse and I would be the killer I would be the devil and you would be the sinner You would be the drugs and I would be the dealer Now everything you've said is like music to my ears You would be the corpse and I would be the killer I would be the devil and you would be the sinner You would be the drugs and I would be the dealer Now everything you've said is like music to my Music to my ears Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck Before an audience of death (Before an audience of death) Failure find me to tie me up now 'Cause I'm as bad, as bad as it gets Failure find me to hang me up now By my neck, 'cause I'm a fate worse than death What a cyanide surprise you have left for me eyes If I had common sense, I'd cut myself or curl up and die Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck Before an audience of death Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be loved You pollute the room with a filthy tongue Watch me choke it down so I can throw it up Don't mind us, we're just spilling our guts If this is love, I don't wanna be hangin' by the neck Before an audience of death
Writer(s): John William Feldmann, Bradley Lloyd Iverson, John William Braddock, Nicholas Blake Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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