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Don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head |
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Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet |
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Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood |
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After a while, seems to roll right off |
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Whipping, ah, they're whipping, ah |
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They're whipping, ah, they're whipping |
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Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached |
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I don't get behind, I can't fall back |
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Oh, why must we trust all these rusted rails? |
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They don't want no change, we already have |
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They're whipping, ah, they're whipping, ah |
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They're whipping, ah, they're whipping |
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Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved! |
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Oh, I'm just like you, think we've had enough |
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I can't believe a thing they want us to |
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Oh, we all got scars, they should have 'em too |
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Oh, they're whipping, ah, they're whipping, ah |
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They're whipping, ah, they're whipping |
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They're whipping, ah, they're whipping, ah |
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They're whipping, yeah, they're whipping |
