Love Is Hell - Theory Of A Deadman

I’d rather be punched in the face

Be sprayed with some mace

Than be head over heals

I’d rather be hit by a truck

Then be totally fucked

I know you know how it feels

I’d rather be buried alive

Than be living a lie with somebody like you

Love is hell, love is shit

Can’t you tell I’ve had enough of it

Raise your hands, let me hear you yell

Love is hell, love is hell, love is hell

I’d rather be broke on the street

Than be losing sleep over something you said

I’d rather spend the weekend in jail

And be stuck without bail

Than have you stuck in my head

I’d rather just play with myself

Than deal with somebody else and get totally screwed

I’d rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons

I’d rather be dead than the way you got me living

I’d rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding

I’d rather be left here alone than be needed

Love is hell, love ain’t right

Just as well I’ll be alone tonight

Raise your hands, let me hear you yell

Love is hell, love is hell, love is hell

I’d rather be stabbed and be cut into ribbons

I’d rather be dead than the way you got me living

I’d rather be shot in the heart and be bleeding

I’d rather be left here alone than be needed