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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...hmm... |
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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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oh, don't get behind, i can't fall back |
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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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ohh, i'm just like you, think we've had enough |
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i can't believe a thing they want us to...oh... |
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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... |