Whipping Post Frank Zappa

I been run down
Lord, 'n I been lied to
And I don't know why
I let that mean woman make me out a fool

She took all my money
'N wrecked my new car
Now she's with one of my good-time buddies
Drinkin' in some cross-town bar

Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel
Like I been
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Tied to the whippin' post
Good Lord, I feel like I'm dyin'

My friends tell me
That I been such a fool
I have to stand back an' take it, babe
All for loving you

I drown myself in sorrow
As I look at what you've done
But nothin' seems to change;
That bad times stay the same
And I can't run