Whipping Boy

Don’t try to tangle your hair in mine no more 
‘Cause you’re over excited 
And feel like running up and down these floors 
Dragging me behind, my feet don’t work so well 
But you keep running ‘til 
You stop loving all the friends I’ve got 
Then I’ll tear you into pieces 
And throw your body in the stock 
To watch it boil down would be so sweet my love 
To know you’re nothing now 
Each bubble makes a sound 
Three feet against one ground