The Skin - All

She’s a fat girl

You could never love that girl

You and all your skinny friends makin' jokes at her expense

Cracks about her backside, its resemblance to an elephant’s

Does it feel good to tear her down?

Take her, make her less than human

She’s heard every word and

She can’t help the skin she’s in

He’s a black boy

You wouldn’t want to be that boy

He’s a jive talkin', ghetto dwellin', streetcorner crack sellin'

Welfare cheatin', pickaninny eatin' watermelon

Does it feel good to tear him down?

Take him, make him less than human

He’s heard every word and

He can’t help the skin he’s in

We are the ugly, the weak and the wrong

Trapped in your world where you won’t let us belong

When you cut me with your eyes

You know I die a million times

I’m still alive

You’re lovely

But deep inside I know you’re ugly

Though your face displays the promise of a Venus or Adonis

Still your fragile bleeding ego takes its pain out on the rest of us

And it feels good to tear you down

Sue me, I’m only human

That only makes it worse, 'cause

You can’t help the skin you’re in