The Boomtown Rats - Skin on Skin lyrics
[The Boomtown Rats - Skin on Skin lyrics]
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 and
Skin on skin
Tell me what do you know about right or wrong
Skin on skin
I want to scratch your flesh off
Skin on skin, I need to scrape the bones off
Skin on skin, you can't teach me a thing
About right or wrong
London stops and everything's sweet
And you look out of your
Window but there's no street
All the cars are gone, the night is dead
And the dogs have lost their growl
And the air seems stale
'cause the lion's caged
And it whimpers low but the
Beast has been tamed
So where's the riot, it's much too quiet
And my breath tastes like rotten feet
There's chatter from the windows but
It seems so dead and there's no one talking
But some talking heads
Yes, tonight we go to sleep
With the lullaby sound
Of buildings falling down
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you feel the scrape of bone on bone?
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you feel the scrape of bone on bone?
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you 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
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 and
Skin on skin
Tell me what do you know about right or wrong
Skin on skin
I want to scratch your flesh off
Skin on skin, I need to scrape the bones off
Skin on skin, you can't teach me a thing
About right or wrong
London stops and everything's sweet
And you look out of your
Window but there's no street
All the cars are gone, the night is dead
And the dogs have lost their growl
And the air seems stale
'cause the lion's caged
And it whimpers low but the
Beast has been tamed
So where's the riot, it's much too quiet
And my breath tastes like rotten feet
There's chatter from the windows but
It seems so dead and there's no one talking
But some talking heads
Yes, tonight we go to sleep
With the lullaby sound
Of buildings falling down
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you feel the scrape of bone on bone?
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you feel the scrape of bone on bone?
Hey do you hear the scratch of skin on skin?
Hey do you 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