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. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached. 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... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved! I'm just like you, think we've had enough. I can't believe a thing they want us to. We all got scars, they should have them, too. They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping... They're whipping...