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Whipping Post - Frank Zappa
I been run down

Lord, an' I been lied to

An' I don't know why
I let that mean woman make out a fool
Well, she took all my money

An' wrecked my new car

Now she's with one of my good-time buddies,
Drinkin' in some cross-town bar
Sometimes I feel
Well, sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me

Lord, that I been such a fool

But I have to stand back an' take it, baby
All for loving you
I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you done

Nothin' seems to change;
That bad times stay the same,
And I can't run
Sometimes I feel

Well, sometimes I feel

Like I been
Tied, well, to the whippin' post

Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Ah! Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Yeah, Lord
Lord I been tied down
Sometimes I feel

Well, sometimes I feel

Like I been
Tied, oh Lord, to the whippin' post
Yeah, tied to the whippin' post
Well, I'm tied to the whippin' post

Yeah, Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
You know, sometimes I really do believe

Well I believe
I said I believe
I said I do believe

I said I really do believe

Well, I must say it one more time,
I believe

There just ain't no such thing

As dyin'