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I been run down, I been lied to,
I don't know why I let that mean woman make me a fool.
She took all my money, wrecked my new car.
Now she's with one of my goodtime buddies,
They're drinkin' in some crosstown bar.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

My friends tell me, that I've been such a fool,
And I have to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin' you.
Drown myself in sorrow, and I look at what you've done.
But nothin' seems to change, the bad times stay the same,
And I can't run.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

Sometimes I feel, sometimes I feel,
Like I been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post,
Tied to the whipping post,
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'.

Screwball - You Love to Hear the Stories
King Prawn - No Peace
Cradle Of Filth - Malice Through The Looking Glass
Miller Philippe - Ca Na Plus Dimportance
Armoury Show - Sleep City Sleep
Sandra - One More Night
Foo Fighters - Butterflies 
'N Sync - Giddy Up
Sister Hazel - Look To The Children
Foetus - Water Torture
Jacksoul - Can't Stop
Indochine - La Guerre Est Finie
Kane & Abel - I Ain't Runnin
The B-52's - Deep Sleep
Badly Drawn boy - Born Again