Pretty Picture Lyrics - The Used

(Death is... I tell you 

I don't care how many screams you 

hear, I don't care how many anguished cries 

Death is a million times preferable to ten more days of this life 

If you knew what was ahead of you, if you knew what was ahead of you 

You'd be glad to be stepping over tonight) 

My back to the wall 

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 in the cloud 

Let the bones pick loud 

Bitter melancholy could never fail me now 

Better song from the pedestal 

Sermons of better words 

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My back to the wall 

Feeling fast, make a line from the back 

Keep the itty-bitties calm as we all prepare for the masquerade 

For the razor blade 

Must've lost my name 

But I sure do clean up good 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Would you follow me home? 

No more talk, no words 

Join the revolution 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Would you die for me? 

Photos 

My voice to the tape 

With the ceremony 

Set light to the page 

Let it burn in the memory 

You will remember me 

My back to the gun when it comes to the brim 

And it drips to the [?] 

To be sealed forever in the plastic picture of me 

Take a picture of me 

Must've lost my name 

But I sure do clean up good 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Would you follow me home? 

No more talk, no words 

Join the revolution 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Will you die for me? 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

(We didn't commit suicide 

We committed an act of revolutionary suicide 

Protesting the conditions of an inhumane world) 

Must've lost my name 

But I sure do clean up good 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Would you follow me home? 

No more talk, no words 

Join the revolution 

Pretty pictures 

Do you like me? 

Would you die for me? 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh 

Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

(...Of the relaxation of stepping over to the next plane? 

So set an example for others 

We've set one thousand people who say, 

"We don't like the way the world is...")