Lyrics

From the long arm of the law,
She came across like a great big saw,
You're Killing Me, You're Killing Me

Roberta Flack to the Fugees sound,
The best kept secrets are underground,
You're Killing Me, You're Killing Me

Oh won't you let her be,
She wants to sleep till 3

Across the plains until she hides,
There sits a child who'll never cry
"You're Killing Me, You're Killing Me"

Come along there's sights to see.
Amazed the way they folow me
You're Killing Me, You're Killing Me

Oh won't you let her be,
She wants to sleep till 3