Stitch Me Up - The Tiger Lillies

Train running down the track

Blood pouring down my back

Here we go, beat me blue and black

This knife it bears its scars

And this heart it beats too hard

And these memories I will discard

Well, it must have been an angel

And it must have been the spring

And, it must have meant everything

I piss upon the floor

My blood runs down the door

The ambulance just made another score

Well, these wounds will congeal

And this heart will heal

So stitch me up, I will not squeal

Must have been an angel

And it must have been the spring

And, it must have meant everything

Stitch me up, stitch me up, stitch me up

I will not squeal

So, stitch me up, stitch me up, stitch me up

I will not squeal