Whip 'Em Hard, Whip 'Em Good
It was paradise
When the parasites came
Happy white old lies
Had a glamour frame
I looked like a child
and the billboard had my name
Saw Susie hanging from the chandelier
And the wicked bouncer kicked her out of here
And then they shut off the crowns
Let me waste it at the pier
And then they told me to sign on the dotted line
Put your pulse on the table, now you're mine
You're a little tense in a minute you'll be fine
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
Our folks and our teachers were good
But we didn't realise we should
We bought the one-way ticket to the band and misunderstood
You're workin' workin' out according to the plan
Boy sits head of the tribe and he's a stupid man
He'd be best wiped out and I'll do it if I can
Come down to my own house and the people there
We're like a cross of Powder, Jacks and Fred Astaire
Artificial eyes open for the lottery
I dug deep in my pill, box of red ones there
Maybe I'll be thrilled
Maybe I'll be dead
But I won't feel the chill
That I'm feeling now I swear
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
Our folks and our teachers were good
But we didn't realise we should
We bought the one-way ticket to the band and misunderstood
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
When the parasites came
Happy white old lies
Had a glamour frame
I looked like a child
and the billboard had my name
Saw Susie hanging from the chandelier
And the wicked bouncer kicked her out of here
And then they shut off the crowns
Let me waste it at the pier
And then they told me to sign on the dotted line
Put your pulse on the table, now you're mine
You're a little tense in a minute you'll be fine
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
Our folks and our teachers were good
But we didn't realise we should
We bought the one-way ticket to the band and misunderstood
You're workin' workin' out according to the plan
Boy sits head of the tribe and he's a stupid man
He'd be best wiped out and I'll do it if I can
Come down to my own house and the people there
We're like a cross of Powder, Jacks and Fred Astaire
Artificial eyes open for the lottery
I dug deep in my pill, box of red ones there
Maybe I'll be thrilled
Maybe I'll be dead
But I won't feel the chill
That I'm feeling now I swear
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
Our folks and our teachers were good
But we didn't realise we should
We bought the one-way ticket to the band and misunderstood
We gotta whip 'em hard
Gotta whip 'em good
Gotta whip 'em out of our neighbourhood
I'd whip us all the way through if I could
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Writer(s): Manfred Svensson
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