Skin - Sex Gang Children

I swear this night to reclaim all that’s mine

My promise tears on my zit-covered pride

It comes with the years of living with the skin

Of a blind-alley fool

But in so many ways I thought I was like you

With your kitchen-knife tongue

Yes, I’ve been there

Hips!

Lips!

And fingertips!

Where all slough breaks in half

Old aldies smoke and learn to cackle

While the devil sits and laughs

Well no fags for the hags

And no more time to be wicked

Come round to your soul

Yes, I’ve been there

You made my day

Then it fell to the ground

So if this is skin

Then I submit to you

Well there once was a queen

Who ate that man as if he were chicken

But it was all in a dream

Yes, I’ve been there

I woke up half dead

Fear and frogs ate the flesh off my bones

Alive in a fridge

Yes, I’ve been there

I love the ache

So don’t say that Dallas doesn’t love you

Come round to your soul

Yes, I’ve been there

My romance left here

So make no mistake when you call me brother

Alive in a fridge

Yes, I’ve been there

You were vaccuous and I was cruel

And losers don’t hurt when your dreams hold them down

Come round to your soul

Yes, I’ve been there