Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone
Blare and rubber
Eyes that blubber
Teeth that bite
Hands that slight And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone
Nerves that shatter
Tongues that flatter
Lips that mutter
Lashes that flutter Mounds of dust and lips of rip
Twice as vicious
As the words I type
Under a ribbon
Of every stripe There's a grip that tightens
A dark that frightens
A wise that crackles
A fear that shackles And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man And then that kinder creation
Becomes a fine fixation
All of a sudden
With the parts we've hidden
Because they are forbidden Beneath a hide of pain
You'll find a soul of stain
While fists still beat
At heart's deceit And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man Maybe with nothing but a drum and drone
I want to beat it 'til I get unknown Pig some skin
Stretch it tight
Make myself up overnight Maybe this is nothing but drum and drone
Wanna beat it 'til I get unknown Dig my pin
Kick up some stink
Find myself a brand new kink Prick that berry
And squeeze this ink
Scratch out all of the words I think
Before your very eyes can blink And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man