Whipping Boy - Fiction Lyrics
Done with drinking, thinking, fightingI've sat down and washed out greedTurned on shyness, conquered weaknessOut of kindness some say needHear me, I can't find a place where I belongHear me, never give much thought to what went wrongI can't control myselfI can't control myselfNo more songs for swinging loversStreams of whisky over meU.C. Bjorling be my teacherDress me down like Kid CheleneBleed me, there must be more to life than thisBleed me, I can't recall the things I missI can't control myselfI can't control myselfGod knows that I'm only tryingOnly trying to please meNot for me your idol worshipNot for me your games of greedForgive me, I can't find a line to fit this songForgive me, I'm not a friend who lasts for longI can't control myselfI can't control myselfI can't control myselfI can't control myself