Don't Set Your Dogs on Me

On such a gloomy Sunday

Don't set your dogs on me

I came to beg you baby

For mercy

Have a soul

Let me off

Off, off

I know you're sick and tired

I really feel the same

I am the useless player

In your game

Do you wish

Me to bleed?

Bleed, bleed

Time to clean it up

To perfection

To perfection, our perfection

Time to clean it up

To perfection

This relation

I don't feel affection

I should've been a mad man

I would have written your heart

Malicious smile on your face

Put me down

I'm burning out

I'm burning down

Down, down

Time to clean it up

To perfection

To perfection, our perfection

Time to clean it up

To perfection

This relation

I don't feel affection

Do you think I'm your whippin boy?

Hah?

Hah?

Hah?

Don't you set your fuckin dogs