skin on skin

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 lullaby 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