Lirieke: Stir. Holy Dogs. Stop Killing Me.

He can't explain his everything to break his fall
The one who hit his big fat lip, his glasses fall
She's come out right, she's in his sight, on knees he'll crawl
He lost the fight, home for the night, sick of it all

Stop killing me, you've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all
That you drag with it, with it

She no longer stares and no longer cares about anything
But she can't frown though there's so little left for him
The last to know, she can't explain
Her everything to break his fall

Stop killing me, you've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all
That you drag with it, with it, with it, with it

Stop killing me, you've led me on, you're killing me

Stop killing me, you've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all
That you drag with it, with it

Stop killing me, you've led me on
And I can't take it, take it
Stop giving me your head and all
That you drag with it, with it, with it, with it
With it, with it, hey