Whipping Boy - Dropline

Sometimes we understand the trouble

Sometimes the memory

Means more to you than me

Sometimes the memory’s enough

Well I was your whippin' boy

And I shot the Sultan leadin' Troy

Show me the ins and outs

I’ll show the world it’s doubts

Sometimes the doubt in me’s enough

Whatever torture, whatever pain

Whatever hurt you think that I have made

Is there nothin'

We can’t see or can’t convince ourselves?

Somethin' that you ignored

God must’ve came in through the alley

Called me the ox for days

By now it’s your mistake

Sometime’s the tragedy’s enough

Whatever torture, whatever pain

Whatever hurt you think that I have made

Is there nothin'

We can’t see or can’t convince ourselves?

Sometimes the music fades

Sometimes we understand the trouble

Sometimes the memory

Means more to you than me

Sometimes the memory’s enough

Sometimes the memory’s enough