Lyrics

Made out of spite and
Strapped to the ground
My condition is holding me down
But I’m distraught enough to put
Out all their filthy sins

Reason never looks past his big
Hateful scorn
Captivated by envy and dark
But I’m distraught enough to put
Out all their filthy sins

Tiny eyes
Made of straw
You will be our whipping boy

Like your stew?
Better eat up
Or we will be your worst nightmare

Tiny eyes
Made of straw
You will be our whipping boy

What was that?
Did you just grunt?
We will throw you in fire

With leering eyes, you taunt and scold
You built a man with a twisted frown
And named him Harold

Did you stop and think that he feels pain too?
You built a man with a twisted frown
And named me Harold

Everytime that you torment me
Draws me closer to executioning
They’ll say, “look, what have you done?”
But for now, I’ll just carry on, carry on

I swear to you my friends
My pain will come to an end
You’ll see you don’t own me
Another cut, and you will bleed

Tiny eyes
Made of straw
You will be our whipping boy

What was that?
Did you just grunt?
We will throw you in fire

Pack up and hurry
We have to go now
But I’ll have to go back down

With leering eyes, you taunt and scold
You built a man with a twisted frown
And named him Harold

Did you stop and think that he feels pain too?
You built a man with a twisted frown
And named me Harold

With outstretched skin, I lay out to drown
I killed a man with disgusting taste
That you deserve too