| 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 |
| Whipping, ah, they’re whipping, ah |
| They’re whipping, ah, they’re whipping |
| Don’t need a hand, there’s always arms attached |
| I don’t get behind, I can’t fall back |
| Oh, 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! |
| Oh, I’m just like you, think we’ve had enough |
| I can’t believe a thing they want us to |
| 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 |