Testo Whip Them Down - The Selecter

Whip Them Down

Who cares about your nation
Your bloody flag is hung to dry
You call it human nature
But were we really born to fight
Who needs the separation
The body count becomes too high
We’re running out of patience
Watch out the eagle’s gonna fly
Gonna whip them down
Who wants to face this situation?
I have to do it every day
I see no signs of changes
Maybe the pressure’s here to stay
Who cares if there’s no integration
Suspicion rules everyones lives
If I am not of your persuasion
I’m never welcome in your tribe
Gonna whip them down
You wear the butcher’s apron
Too much colour makes you blind
I don’t believe in human nature
Watch out the eagle’s gonna fly
Gonna whip them down