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