Sting - Dutch Uncles

A fading sting, of dealing

And I would come but I’m teething

My faith is humdrum, my wait is over

Hmm, the peeling of fear

A feeling from death

And the paling sting in me

'Cos I’m sure of death

There’s no weeping

My faith is humdrum, my wait is over

When I found a girl, in pairs

No, I had to see you again

Hmm, the peeling of fear

I’m sure of death

Here’s the bee sting!

My faith is humdrum, my wait is over

When I found a girl, in pairs

No, I had to see you again