Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone
Blare and rubber
Eyes that blubber
Teeth that bite
Hands that slight
Still 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
Yet 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 sudden
With the parts we've hidden
Because they are forbidden
Beneath 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 this is 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 I need nothing but a drum and bone
Going to beat it 'til I get unknown
Or 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
Yes, I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man