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