You're getting under my skin,
The places that you've been
You're dishing out the dirt,
And sure know how to hurt
But you're going nowhere ya missing the whole damn point,
Lighten up, lighten up and we'll rip the joint
You're makin' whips, makin whips for your own back,
Makin' whips, makin' whips you're gonna' crack,
Makin' whips, makin whips
Your empty headed dreams,
Just like an old smoke screen
You stand behind your spite,
Don't know what's wrong or right
Now it's grating on my nerves,
Your twisting body swerves
Got a self-inflicted bruise,
Got rubber bumper blues
Remove the thorns from your crown,
Feel it when the whip comes down