Paroles de Whipping Boy

Press the flesh Wave and smile Shake the salt Sell the lie And I will cut the switch to strip a hide And I will dig the ditch to bury every princely lie Whatever crimes the kings devise The whipping boy will pay the price Us or them Demonize Crust for bread Nose for wine And I am glad the trains still run on time I look the other way so long it's not me and mine Whatever crimes the kings devise The whipping boy will pay the price Whatever lies the princes hide The whipping boy will pay the price An iron flag unfurled A turtle on its back A liquid history A propaganda tack They claim to save the world And then enslave the world To sell the flag for scrap And kick the turtle on its back Sound alarms Hue and cry Stoke the mob Aim and fire