Worship The Whip

Count your lashes and you beg for more

Yes, sir, he demands

You live for punishment and you can't see

That the boots pressing down on your neck

Pray at the altar in your temple of pain

He commands, get on your knees

Yes, daddy, punish me

While the boot presses down on your neck

Lick it up, baby

Lick it clean

You eat it up, baby

It's your fantasy

Lick it up, baby

Lick it clean

You eat it up, baby

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

After all these years he leaves his mark

You live for punishment, or so it seems

Why don't you pull yourself from bootstraps up?

While he pushes your face in the dirt

Humiliation is the path you choose

Begging for scraps, you got nothing to lose

So drink the Kool-Aid from your devil's cup

While he pushes your face in the dirt

Lick it up, baby

Lick it clean

You eat it up, baby

It's your fantasy

Lick it up, baby

Lick it clean

You eat it up, baby

You worship the whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip, whip, whip, whip

You worship the whip, whip