Tekster: Danzig. 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

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