Whipping

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…