Текст песни Whipping Post - Live - Frank Zappa

I been run down
Lord, I been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make out a fool

She took all my money
Wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies
And she is drinking in some cross-town bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I been tied
To the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like a rastaman

My friends tell me
That I been such a fool
I had to stand there and take it, baby
All for loving you

Drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you done
Nothin' seems to change
That bad times stay the same
And I can't run

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I been tied
To the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I think I look like a spliff man

Sometimes I feel

Sometimes I feel
Like I been tied
To the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin'