Skin on Skin Nothing more or less than Skin on skin I want to lick the sweat off Skin on skin But don't talk to me about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to cut in deep in Skin on skin I need to sink my teeth in Skin on skin But don't talk to me about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to crush your mouth And skin on skin I want to bruise your lips Tell me what do you know about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to scratch your flesh And skin on skin I need to scrape the bones of Skin on skin You can't teach me a thing about right or wrong London stops And everything's sweet You look out of your window But there's no street The cars are gone The night is dead And the dogs have lost their growl And the air seems stale Cos the lions caged It whimpers low but the beast has been tamed So where's the riot It's much too quiet And my breath taste like Rotten feet There's chatter from my window But it seems so dead And there's no one talking But some talking heads Yes, tonight we go to sleep With the lullabye sound of buildings falling down Hey d'ya hear the scratch of skin on skin Hey d'ya feel the scrape of bone on bone Things get tight, close to the bone We feel fragile tonight We don't like us much But we can stay warm at least for an hour or two Skin on skin I need to scratch and bleed it Skin on skin Just the touch and feel of Skin on skin We don't talk anymore about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to smell the stink of Skin on skin Hot in the summer heat and Skin on skin I never open my mouth about right or wrong
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