Skin 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