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