| 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 |