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