Drum And Bone
Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone,
Blare and rubber, eyes that blubber,
Teeth that bite, hands that sleight
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,
Mouths 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 kind of creation
Becomes a fine fixation all of a sudden
With the parts we've hidden
Because they are forbidden
Beneath hide of pain
You'll find a soul of stain
Where 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 we're nothing but a drum and a drone
I want to beat it till I get unknown
Kick some skin, stretch it tight,
Make myself up overnight.
Maybe this is nothing but drum and drone
Want to beat it till I get unknown,
Dig my pin, kick up some stink,
Buy 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.
