They Hold Me in Stock Holes

I'm sticking out my digital parts,
In this device that keeps me caged.
The law's satisfied, but I try to slide 'em out,
Because their "toy" is causing me pain.
Oh, it's pa-ai-ain!
This thing will skin you;
First turns your skin blue,
Because it's clamped on so tight.
My penance: I hated the beating part,
Before they yoked me tight,
Yoked me tight.

I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
No, I don't!
Hell,
I don't like it!
Oh no,
Don't like it!
Don't like it!
Can't you tell this thing's abrading—there's a bone—see!

I'm stuck here till I make a fresh start.
Susie'd sighed as we'd engaged
In a sudden burst of teenage lust—
For that they keep me caged.
Keep me staged as an example to the upstarts
Who dare let their hormones rage.
That would satisfy them,
And it gratifies them
That their "toy" is causing me pain.
Oh, it's pa-ai-ain!

I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
No, I don't!

Look there: My toes are curling down toward the ground.
I'm in the square, the laughing stock (so to speak) of town.

I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
I say, "Oh no, they hold me in stock holes—
I don't like it!"
No, I don't!