| Song | Whip And Chain |
| Artist | Ministry |
| Album | Dark Side Of The Spoon |
| 作词 : Ministry | |
| Don't wanna hear your voice | |
| Don't really know if I have a choice | |
| Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget | |
| You're choking on regret | |
| You're choking on regret | |
| You're choking on death | |
| Don't think we've ever met | |
| Don't think you offered up a God given name | |
| Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain? | |
| You've got pleasure from the sentence of pain | |
| But then they get you with the burden of shame | |
| The true measure is the one that remains | |
| Don't wanna...don't wanna... | |
| Don't wanna be your cane | |
| Don't wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don't wanna be your cane | |
| Don't wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don't wanna be your cane | |
| (Very fast wailing sample:) | |
| In a concrete cell | |
| No soul would dare to tell | |
| She craves to cup his mind | |
| She makes him give them time | |
| She likes to throw a whip | |
| And see a young boy slip | |
| She likes to see him crawl | |
| Right up the chamber walls | |
| When their eyes are covered | |
| Like vultures she hovers | |
| She gets her love and hate | |
| When they scream no more | |
| She gives them just one more | |
| Won't let you kill me just yet | |
| Don't even care if there's a price on my head | |
| Don't wanna wind up in a bloody refrain | |
| Don't wanna be your... | |
| Don't wanna be your cane | |
| Don't wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don't wanna be your cane | |
| I said, I don't...don't...I don't wanna be your cane | |
| I said, I don't...don't...I don't wanna be your cane |
| zuò cí : Ministry | |
| Don' t wanna hear your voice | |
| Don' t really know if I have a choice | |
| Don' t wanna be the one that makes you forget | |
| You' re choking on regret | |
| You' re choking on regret | |
| You' re choking on death | |
| Don' t think we' ve ever met | |
| Don' t think you offered up a God given name | |
| Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain? | |
| You' ve got pleasure from the sentence of pain | |
| But then they get you with the burden of shame | |
| The true measure is the one that remains | |
| Don' t wanna... don' t wanna... | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane | |
| Very fast wailing sample: | |
| In a concrete cell | |
| No soul would dare to tell | |
| She craves to cup his mind | |
| She makes him give them time | |
| She likes to throw a whip | |
| And see a young boy slip | |
| She likes to see him crawl | |
| Right up the chamber walls | |
| When their eyes are covered | |
| Like vultures she hovers | |
| She gets her love and hate | |
| When they scream no more | |
| She gives them just one more | |
| Won' t let you kill me just yet | |
| Don' t even care if there' s a price on my head | |
| Don' t wanna wind up in a bloody refrain | |
| Don' t wanna be your... | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane baby | |
| Don' t wanna be your cane | |
| I said, I don' t... don' t... I don' t wanna be your cane | |
| I said, I don' t... don' t... I don' t wanna be your cane |