Fiction - Whipping Boy

Done with drinking, thinking, fighting

I’ve sat down and washed out greed

Turned on shyness, conquered weakness

Out of kindness some say need

Hear me, I can’t find a place where I belong

Hear me, never give much thought to what went wrong

I can’t control myself

I can’t control myself

No more songs for swinging lovers

Streams of whisky over me

U.C.

Bjorling be my teacher

Dress me down like Kid Chelene

Bleed me, there must be more to life than this

Bleed me, I can’t recall the things I miss

I can’t control myself

I can’t control myself

God knows that I’m only trying

Only trying to please me

Not for me your idol worship

Not for me your games of greed

Forgive me, I can’t find a line to fit this song

Forgive me, I’m not a friend who lasts for long

I can’t control myself

I can’t control myself

I can’t control myself

I can’t control myself