Busted Love
Oh, and aren't we all just waiting for
Some familiar whore come and keep us warm
But flesh ain't a home
And when you're alone
Ain't no poison on earth will ever fill the hole
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love
Oh, and angles sway on streets
They pave with golden bricks in heaven's name
And down below, hell overflows and
Fills the earth with tortured souls
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love
Oh, and in the end we all pretend, the useless truth and honest sin
But when push comes to shove, or you gambled on love and
Now you're sick like a fiend coming down from the drugs
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love, busted love
Some familiar whore come and keep us warm
But flesh ain't a home
And when you're alone
Ain't no poison on earth will ever fill the hole
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love
Oh, and angles sway on streets
They pave with golden bricks in heaven's name
And down below, hell overflows and
Fills the earth with tortured souls
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love
Oh, and in the end we all pretend, the useless truth and honest sin
But when push comes to shove, or you gambled on love and
Now you're sick like a fiend coming down from the drugs
Oh, and now you've gone and drunk
Your dirty hide in the mud
Oh, and you opened up the door
You can't ever shut
Oh, and nothing ain't enough
And everything's too much
Oh, and are you really sure
You want that busted love?
Busted love, busted love, busted love
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Writer(s): Benjamin Tod Flippo
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