Humiliation

They got their white pine wooden boy
Yeah you're a puppet dancing, dangling on the company line
They find your hole. They make a fist and shove it up it
They pulls your trigger and that suits you just fine
'Cause you think you're high on high class white temptation
Humiliation is what you're on
No goal! (his foot was in the crease)
The devil painted lunatic, yeah ain't he dreamy?
A girl like you just got to stroke the wolf
He locks you in that midnight gaze you get so creamy
You think his wagging tongue is proof enough
That he wants to give you frilly soft sensations
Humiliation, that's all he's got
You ain't losing nothing, Least that's what you think
But when you bend over the fountain to drink
Your boss got a rocket, your man got a club
Your dignity traded for money or love
Once you've pissed it out can't drink it up again
Once you're satisfied it's all humiliation