Don't Set Your Dogs on Me Songtext
von Coma

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
Perfection, now perfection
Time to clean it up to perfection
This relation out of infection


I should have been a madman
I would have eaten your heart
Malicious smile on your face
Puts me down
I′m burning out
I'm burning down, down, down

Time to clean it up to perfection
Perfection, now perfection
Time to clean it up to perfection
This relation out of infection
Time to clean it up to perfection
Perfection, now perfection
Time to clean it up to perfection
This relation out of infection

Do you think I'm your whipping boy?
Could you shut your fucking jaw?