There is always some excuse

For your air of sad abuse

But when the table's turned

Holding it out don't you ever learn



CHORUS:

I won't be a whipping boy

I won't get down on my knees

I won't be your whipping boy

You won't hang that tag on me



I have read this book before

Tell it all to some tired stranger

I have no more cheeks to turn

I won't trade it all for your taste for danger

Thought you'd take just what you please

Come back for more when you want it

The price is high these dice are loaded

I'll never pay for the same goods twice



(CHORUS)



Your schemes

Lie battered on the ground

It's your turn

Now I've turned it all around

When I needed you

You were nowhere to be found

Where are you now

Where are you now



There is always the same excuse

For this air of sad abuse

And now the table's turned

It's too late now to say you've learned



I...I won't be your whipping boy

And I'm back up off my knees

I...I won't be your whipping boy

It took so long to break free

I...I won't be your whipping boy

And I'm back up off my knees

I...I won't be your whipping boy

You won't hang that tag on me

I...I won't be your whipping boy

And I'm back up off my knees

I...I won't be your whipping boy

You won't hang that tag on me