You're Dead (Live)
When you buried your face into my chest (your little hiding place)
I would never have guessed what a little cheat you are
What a liar you turned out to be
How we even got this far is a mystery
I know you're not distraught, so you can lose the frown
You must know you just caught me when my guard was down
And when you asked me: "Are we breaking-up?" you knew, already, what the answer was
And, no, we won't be making up because...
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole shebang, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
I used to think that I'd rather fight with you than fall in love with somebody new
I think I needed shaking up; I'm not going back to how it was
This time we're not making up because...
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole shebang, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
Pow! Pow! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole, big row, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
So now you want to apologise
Well, that comes as no surprise because I can read you and I don't need you
This time you went too far and I know exactly what you are
I understand you and I can't stand you
But how come, during times like this, I still want your touch and I want your kiss
It's insane and I can't explain why
You're not the one for me although I just can't seem to let you go
You appall me
Okay call me
I would never have guessed what a little cheat you are
What a liar you turned out to be
How we even got this far is a mystery
I know you're not distraught, so you can lose the frown
You must know you just caught me when my guard was down
And when you asked me: "Are we breaking-up?" you knew, already, what the answer was
And, no, we won't be making up because...
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole shebang, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
I used to think that I'd rather fight with you than fall in love with somebody new
I think I needed shaking up; I'm not going back to how it was
This time we're not making up because...
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole shebang, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
Pow! Pow! You're dead!
This is out of control and I am sick of the whole, big row, I said
Am I making it clear? I want you out of here!
So now you want to apologise
Well, that comes as no surprise because I can read you and I don't need you
This time you went too far and I know exactly what you are
I understand you and I can't stand you
But how come, during times like this, I still want your touch and I want your kiss
It's insane and I can't explain why
You're not the one for me although I just can't seem to let you go
You appall me
Okay call me
Credits
Writer(s): David Lewis Gedge, Graeme Lockhart Ramsay
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