Low Pop Suicide - Sheep's Clothing lyrics

Beautiful lamb-child Make the angels dance and laugh Spare yourself, child, Make your best mistake your last Worn out sheep's clothing Lying bloodied on the floor But still, the devil in your friend Cries out for more Throw up a truth Swallow a lie You're no angel, But neither was I Bloody my nose Out of my face Nothing can take your place Pull me out And put a new one back in We'll get ourselves together And get out of the sh** Cold steel, lubricate Take the flesh from my face Brutal words that cut like sand And you split a lip...I understand I think I... Understand Worn out sheep's clothing Lying bloodied on the floor And still, the devil in your friendcries out for more Cold steel, lubricate Take the flesh from my face Brutal words, at last I send You split the lip...I understand I think I understand