Songs
The Whipping Boy
by Arthur Pope - View Profile
God, damn me
Sear this devious skin
God, damn me
I am zero for ten
Father condemn this coveting, lust filled, adulterous liar
Just cast me down
Cast me down
God, damn me
Purge your presence of all
These damned things
I let through and enthrall
Father condemn this murdering, pride filled, idolatrous thief
Just cast me down
Cast me down
Or break the order of all
Let one Man pay for the fall
And drown my failure in Him
Jesus, I dare to contend
I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!
I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!
Just take it all! take it all from me!
I die to know how You've sown what I reap
I'll take it all for me
Sear this devious skin
God, damn me
I am zero for ten
Father condemn this coveting, lust filled, adulterous liar
Just cast me down
Cast me down
God, damn me
Purge your presence of all
These damned things
I let through and enthrall
Father condemn this murdering, pride filled, idolatrous thief
Just cast me down
Cast me down
Or break the order of all
Let one Man pay for the fall
And drown my failure in Him
Jesus, I dare to contend
I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!
I would rather not be nailed to a tree
I don't want a bride who shares our bed
And I hate to know how I sow what You reap
But take it all! take it all from me!
Just take it all! take it all from me!
I die to know how You've sown what I reap
I'll take it all for me
