| Song | Stinging' Belle |
| Artist | Biffy Clyro |
| Album | Opposites Live from Glasgow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You say love, I say killin’ time | |
| What’s mine is yours, yours is mine | |
| You make me laugh, I make you cry | |
| I guess that rhymes | |
| You’re contained by floors and walls | |
| I’m contained by your control | |
| You’re overthrown but underworn | |
| I told you so | |
| We’re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day | |
| It is edited by rain | |
| Grow some balls and speak your mind | |
| You think you’re cool like a porcupine | |
| You’re more like doves, they’re taking flight | |
| The sky is mine | |
| We’re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day |
| You say love, I say killin' time | |
| What' s mine is yours, yours is mine | |
| You make me laugh, I make you cry | |
| I guess that rhymes | |
| You' re contained by floors and walls | |
| I' m contained by your control | |
| You' re overthrown but underworn | |
| I told you so | |
| We' re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day | |
| It is edited by rain | |
| Grow some balls and speak your mind | |
| You think you' re cool like a porcupine | |
| You' re more like doves, they' re taking flight | |
| The sky is mine | |
| We' re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day |
| You say love, I say killin' time | |
| What' s mine is yours, yours is mine | |
| You make me laugh, I make you cry | |
| I guess that rhymes | |
| You' re contained by floors and walls | |
| I' m contained by your control | |
| You' re overthrown but underworn | |
| I told you so | |
| We' re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day | |
| It is edited by rain | |
| Grow some balls and speak your mind | |
| You think you' re cool like a porcupine | |
| You' re more like doves, they' re taking flight | |
| The sky is mine | |
| We' re singing for the stinging belle | |
| Surely lost her way | |
| Claiming all the simple times | |
| Inside her tragic day |