Walking wounded with a belly full of pain
And a big bad attitude

We are shaking shadows for that perfect dark room
Where we can do just what we want to do

There is a place
Where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like the way we live

When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my misery whip

(Yes, I said like a misery whip)

Walking hungry with a pocket full of promise
And a big black song in my head

Yes, I know the answers to my questions
They are purple black and blue
And they are waiting for me in my bed

There is a place where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like they way we live

When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my misery whip
(I will say it again...like a misery whip)

STOP!

I get no pleasure
When I'm going through the motions
Of my mediocre day to day
WHOA, I'm just an actor
Just like Robert fucking Redford
When I say those stupid words that they expect me to say

Yes we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like the dirty things we do
Yeah

When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
I will fall down like a bitch for you

I need you to hit me and make me shake
I need you to hurt me and make me beg for more
I need you to bend me and make me break
I need you to make me feel like I am your whore

Whoa-oa (whoa-oa)

Ooo, I feel complete when I feel sick inside
I feel complete when I feel sick inside
I feel complete when I feel sick inside
I feel complete when I feel sick inside

I need to feel like I am real inside, yeah
I need to feel like I am really alive
I need to feel like I am real inside, yeah
I need to feel like I am really alive

I need you to make me feel
I need you to make me feel
I need you to make me feel
I need you to make me feel

I need you to make me feel
I need you to make me feel
I need you to make me feel, WHOA-OA!

OH-OH!
I need you to hit me and make me shake
I need you to hurt me and make me beg for more
OH-OH, I need you to bend me and make me break
I need you to make me feel

Like we can leave behind
All those simple minds
they would not like the way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my misery whip

OH-OH
You will become my misery whip
WHOA-OA
You will become my misery whip
OH, you will become my misery whip
You will become my friend

Writer : ART ALEXAKIS, GREG EKLUND, CRAIG MONTOYA
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group