Tekster: Danzig. Danzig 4. Little Whip.

You crawl across the floor
On your hands and knees
To seek revelation
Little whip

I pull you up
I grab your hair
I give you hope
Little whip

I give the black sun
To sear off your tounge
I gave you a life
Little whip

A come on little whip
A come on little whip
A come on little whip
A come on little whip

I pull you up
I grab your hair
I give you hope
Little whip

I gave you the world
You beheld in a dream
I gave you a night cry
Little whip, little whip

Little whip a come on
Little whip a come on
Little whip a come on
Little whip, little whip

You lick your wounds
And you come right back
I give you nothing
Little whip

I send the black sun
And eclipse your moon
I steal your hope
Little whip

Little whip
Little whip
Little whip