Who's the Slave? (6/2006)

The dirt from your heel don’t taste so sweet,
But your order makes my lust replete,
A blink between abuse and play,
You’re reddest when my knees are blue

Imagine this life as a whip and chain
(get down, get down)
those who bind have the most to gain
(get down, stay down)
and you’re the Queen of a Thousand Backs
(get down, get down)
to escape will lead you further down the cracks

in 2000 more years I still won’t learn,
I get off on your blood, I’ll make a necklace of your teeth,
Just as long as you keep doing it to me

Imagine this life as a whip and chain
(get down, get down)
those who bind have the most to gain
(get down, stay down)
and you’re the Queen of a Thousand Backs
(get down, get down)
to escape will lead you further down the cracks
but don’t forget where these wounds run to

thirteen hours in the fields, hands pricked and tied,
we’re living in the delta, of faith and pain,
we ain’t got no tomorrow, not even our own names,
but when I get to heaven, I’ll tell you what I’ll do,
I’m gonna get down, get down.

Imagine this life as a whip and chain
(get down, get down)
those who bind have the most to gain
(get down, stay down)
and you’re the Queen of a Thousand Backs
(get down, get down)
to escape will lead you further down the cracks
but don’t forget where these wounds run to