Standing by
the whipping post
I'm sort of peculiar
human being

I know I'm strange
That's why they hate me
They beat me up
because they are scared

I don't feel any pain
I laugh at their faces
It's going to rain
I see the fear in those faces

No hope is left for me
I know I closed the door
Rage and fury's all I see
I think I won't take any more

Dying by
the whipping post
I'm sort of lifeless
God's creature

I know I'll survive
in the days to come
And no one will touch me
because they'll be scared