Paroles de Use (Live)

Emphatic, over-dramatic, pathetic stories are spun 'Bout me and my loose tongue They'll have the jealousy pouring out as they sniff up the filth And text a tirade of hellish stuff I'm not here to hold you up While you pick away at my foundations Save me your story of woe Unwrap your cotton world and spare me this façade Oh, no And use me all the time Use me all the time Use me all the time Use me all the time I'm crawling out of the stagnant hole that you're wallowing in So don't you claw at my ankle They use my name as a scapegoat to cover their back But I won't ever attack, I move against the compulsion Dig my heel in the ground to think that you had the notion That I wouldn't make a sound Use me all the time Use me all the time Use me all the time Use me all the time Oh, you're lost, love Oh Oh, you're lost, love Oh, no Oh, you're lost, lover Oh, oh Thank you