The Used - Pretty Picture lyrics
[The Used - Pretty Picture lyrics]
Death isi’ll tell you, I don’t care
How many screams you can hear
I don’t care how many cry
Death is a million times
Accessible and more dangerous as life if
You knew what was ahead
Of you, if you knew what was ahead of you
You’d be more glad and accepting over it
My back to the wolf
With the plans that I made for the song
Can you hear me sing?
Can you hear my serenade
Never mind the irony my face to the cloud
Let the bones pick loud
Bitter melic never fail me now
Better sung from the pedestal
Sermons of better worlds
My back to the wolf fill the vats
Make a line from the back
Keep the iddy biddies calm
As we all prepare for the masquerade
For the razor blade
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good
Pretty picture do you like me?
Will you follow me? No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
My voice to the tape
Let the ceremony set light to the page
Better burned in the memory
They will remember me my back to the gun
And the cups to the brim
And the drips to the last
To be sealed forever in the past
Take a picture of me take a picture of me
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good
Pretty picture do you like me?
Will you follow me? No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
… Commit an act of
Revolutionary suicide protesting
The conditions of an inhumane world
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good pretty picture
Do you like me? Will you follow me?
No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
…We’ve set an example for others
We’ve set one thousand people who said ‘we
Don’t like the way the world is
How many screams you can hear
I don’t care how many cry
Death is a million times
Accessible and more dangerous as life if
You knew what was ahead
Of you, if you knew what was ahead of you
You’d be more glad and accepting over it
My back to the wolf
With the plans that I made for the song
Can you hear me sing?
Can you hear my serenade
Never mind the irony my face to the cloud
Let the bones pick loud
Bitter melic never fail me now
Better sung from the pedestal
Sermons of better worlds
My back to the wolf fill the vats
Make a line from the back
Keep the iddy biddies calm
As we all prepare for the masquerade
For the razor blade
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good
Pretty picture do you like me?
Will you follow me? No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
My voice to the tape
Let the ceremony set light to the page
Better burned in the memory
They will remember me my back to the gun
And the cups to the brim
And the drips to the last
To be sealed forever in the past
Take a picture of me take a picture of me
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good
Pretty picture do you like me?
Will you follow me? No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
… Commit an act of
Revolutionary suicide protesting
The conditions of an inhumane world
Must have lost my way
But, I sure do clean up good pretty picture
Do you like me? Will you follow me?
No more talk, no words
Join the revolution pretty picture
Do you like me? Would you die for me?
…We’ve set an example for others
We’ve set one thousand people who said ‘we
Don’t like the way the world is