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
Drum And Bone (Album Version) - Elvis Costello
