Текст песни Drum & Bone - Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Maybe
we're
nothing
but
skin
and
bone
Blare
and
rubber,
eyes
that
blubber
Teeth
that
bite,
hands
that
slide
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
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