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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 at you just hung there
I have 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 a-
Almost feels like a-
Almost feels like a gun
I told the angels
Can't 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 like a gun now
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-
Almost feels like a-
Almost feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a-
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 at you just hung there
I have 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 a-
Almost feels like a-
Almost feels like a gun
I told the angels
Can't 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 like a gun now
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-
Almost feels like a-
Almost feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a gun
Feels like a-
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Cut Up Angels Lyrics as written by Jeph Howard Quinn Allman
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