Crucify, Tori Amos-LITTLE EARTHQUAKES, 1991

Every finger in the room
is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
then I get afraid of what 
that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
I got a desert in my mouth
figures that my courage
would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a saviour
in these dirty streets
looking for a saviour
beneath these dirty sheets
I've been raising up my hands
drive another nail in
just what God needs
one more victim

Why do we crucify ourselves
every day I crucify myself
nothing I do is good enough for you
I crucify myself
and my heart is sick of being in
chains.