don´t need a helmet, got a hard, hard head
don´t need a raincoat, i´m already wet
don´t need a bandage, there´s too much...blood...
after a while, seems to roll right off...hmm...
whipping, ah...they´re whipping, ah...
...they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping...
don´t need a hand, there´s always arms attached
oh, don´t get behind, i can´t fall back
why must we trust all these rusted rails?
they don´t want no change we already have
they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping, ah...
...they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping...
don´t mean to push, but i´m being shoved!
ohh, i´m just like you, think we´ve had enough
i can´t believe a thing they want us to...oh...
oh, we all got scars, they should have ´em too...
oh, they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping, ah...
...they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping...
they´re whipping, ah...they´re whipping, ah...
...they´re whipping...yeah...they´re whipping...
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