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 To perfection, our perfection Time to clean it up To perfection This relation I don't feel affection I should've been a mad man I would have written your heart Malicious smile on your face Put me down I'm burning out I'm burning down Down, down Time to clean it up To perfection To perfection, our perfection Time to clean it up To perfection This relation I don't feel affection Do you think I'm your whippin boy? Hah? Hah? Hah? Don't you set your fuckin dogs