Vedder Tuesday ⅩⅩ: Whipping

I've been trying to think of something spectacular for the twentieth Vedder Tuesday, for the milestone.  But, in all, I think I was thinking about it backwards: multiples of ten are arbitrary, and I should have gone with my intuition of choosing without regard to the milestone.  So I'll choose relative to the grief-inducing -- real grief -- of the right-wing gains this week.  They declared the culture war.  I think we've had enough.  Now they need to get their own scars.

Whipping

Don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet
Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood
After a while seems to roll right off

Whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping

Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached
Oh, don't get behind, I can't fall back
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change, we already have

Whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping

Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved!
I'm just like you, think we've had enough
I can't believe a thing they want us to
Oh, we all got scars, they should have 'em too

Whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping
They're whipping

Back next week -- and maybe even on time.