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From ElvisCostello

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 ripe

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