Well, I guess I'm just meant to be your whipping boy,
Seems to be something you enjoy.
As I turn the other cheek,
You continue to beat.
Guess that's what I'm destined to do,
Is be a whipping boy for you.
With your cat o' nine tail,
You beat me down,
With a thorn filled crown,
Hmmm... guess it will pale,
To what will happen,
When we get to heaven?
But, until then,
I guess I'm just meant to be your whipping boy.
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