Portrait of a Dead Girl

When you laid like a wolf
With your head on my lap
I felt like one of those portraits of
Women protected by a beast on a chain
They look so safe
A guard dog there just for her
If only she knew that with one wrong move
He′ll turn around and tear off her hands

And I wish you had given me
The courtesy of ripping out my throat
And I wish that I let you have
The dignity of letting me go

I break apart without your arms, the smell of soap and petrol smarts
Let me feed you to my friends, over and over again
Let my last words be our last dance, I’d die for you, no questions asked
If anyone could kill me, it probably would be you

He′s got (he’s got) letters on his fist
R-I-D-E (R-I-D-E), and triumph on his hips
He looks like one of those film stars
With a blow-up doll and a BB gun

And I wish you had given me
The courtesy of staying one more night
And I wish that I had the guts
The dignity to put up a fight

I break apart without your arms, the smell of soap and petrol smarts
Let me feed you to my friends, over and over again
Let my last words be our last dance, I’d die for you, no questions asked
If anyone could kill me, it probably would be you

Don′t have the strength to pin ya down (give me the strength)
The time I wasted in your mouth (give me)
Waves that crash against your chest (the strength)
Over and over again (give me)
I kissed your eyes and framed your teeth (the strength)
As you crawl back to the sea (give me)
Oh, anyone could kill me (the strength)
And I′d never ever let it be you

Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength

Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength
Give me, the strength