Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine
Oh, I'm a growing black cherry tree
A delicate breath in harmony
But when your faith stands paper-thin
I might just surprise you with my wind
You cry in the shower, hunger for power
Famished by your pain
It's manifested in your game
Of pointing fingers to place blame
You're a little baby, nobody's baby
Frightened, tempered man
You're aiming fires all around
But you will never shoot me down
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine
Straight from the top
And you'll beg me not to rocket, but
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine, ooh-oh
Oh, I'm a slaying sickening flute
A crossing between your dad and you
And I'll be playing sickening tunes
Your echo of words in magnitude
Rough up your edges, sharpen your feathers
Leave my style alone
And no, my heart's not made of stone
Just 'cause I hold up on my own
Lordly I may be, no one can make me
Climb down from my stand
I'll be aiming power all around
And you will never bring me down
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine
Straight from the top
And you'll beg me not to rocket, but
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine, ooh-oh
And if you never take full measures
You'll be stuck in space forever
They'll be calling on their phones
But you'll be bending all their tones
And I, I will never weather
Men like you, it's for the better
I'll tell all my sisters too
To stay away from you
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine
Straight from the top
And you'll beg me not to rocket, but
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine, ooh-oh
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine
Straight from the top
And you'll beg me not to rocket, but
Whine, whine baby, whine
Whine baby, whine, ooh-oh