Makin' Whips - G.B.H.

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