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