Whipping boy, patsy, fall guy
Your chew toy, fancy, swallow your sigh
Take a crack at his back anytime
your scapegoat don’t know no different, it’s in his bloodline
Your tired eyes compliment the cement
They turn so grey and dry, no solvent
You break the lights, you think you’re bright, you punish him
for your mistakes, the promises you’ve broken
You tie him down like he can’t break free
You push him ‘round and choke him out like he can’t breathe
Slander words only hurt if you please
Hunches lead to punches derived from mystery
But he’s golden in the golden hour
or really any time of day
Something 'bout his wholesome humble power
I wouldn’t want him any other way
The girls can try to break his heart but they will miss
his tender touch, his helping hand, his willingness
Koala tea, of you dear, I’ll take a sip
You’re hot to kiss, you warm me up a lot a bit
You can try to break his mind but he won’t budge
Take a stab he’ll just feel a nudge, he’ll overcome
Whose to say it’s not okay, whose to judge
the scapegoat whose a lion too stuck in your mud
But he’s golden in the golden hour
or really any time of day
Something 'bout his wholesome humble power
I wouldn’t want him any other way
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