Songtext von Whipping Boy

Sometimes the music fades Sometimes we understand the trouble Sometimes the memory Means more to you than me Sometimes the memory's enough Well I was your whippin' boy And I shot the sultan leadin' troy Show me the ins and outs I'll show the world it's doubts Sometimes the doubt in me's enough Whatever torture, whatever pain Whatever hurt you think that I have made Is there nothin' We can't see or can't convince ourselves? Somethin' that you ignored God must've came in through the alley Called me the ox for days By now it's your mistake Sometime's the tragedy's enough Whatever torture, whatever pain Whatever hurt you think that I have made Is there nothin' We can't see or can't convince ourselves? Sometimes the music fades Sometimes we understand the trouble Sometimes the memory Means more to you than me Sometimes the memory's enough Sometimes the memory's enough