Setting Yourself Up For Sarcasm
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): John William Feldmann, Bradley Lloyd Iverson, John William Braddock, Nicholas Blake Matthews
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