Dead Horse

oh, won't you please tell me how sell them all of your little failures fake misery screaming from the stage you're on so come down off your soapbox opera cut the bullshit i've had it with your misery i've got a feeling that your emo-tional spat is wearing thing can you feel the love between us? i can feel it coming on i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel your masquerade, tell me when shit it do you get it on you because they believe every little thing you say so come down off your dead horse ripping off an old sore talking loud ain't saying shit yes, i can see it now-the cover of rolling stone looking absolutely miserable can you feel the love between us? i can feel it coming on i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel i'll bite my lip until there's nothing left to kiss i'll pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel i'll scream these words until there's nothing left to say it's the love between us can you feel the love between us? i can feel it coming on i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel i bite my lip untl there's nothing left to kiss i pound my fist until there's nothing left to feel (until there's nothing left to feel)