| Song | Skintrade |
| Artist | Bob Mould |
| Album | The Last Dog and Pony Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mould | |
| Floodlight, Arizona / The fire trucks rush in | |
| Double wide double bed / Specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin | |
| And they're standing by / Brow begins to moisten as you take | |
| Another hotshot to stiff you up / The room is spinning now | |
| That's it, man / Inhibitions fall by the wayside | |
| Happy man / You don't care what's happening | |
| To you now, it's all one big blur of lights and action | |
| Later on, you find out | |
| You've been had, you've been tricked, you're exposed, you've got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won't heal the pain you're feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling / Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there's nothing left to conceal | |
| Hemispheres so high and mighty / Velveteen and chalk delight | |
| You've become the new obsession of everyone that you've caressed | |
| But you can't tell who recognizes you / Can't tell who knows your face | |
| Can't tell anything, can't tell anyone what you've done, you've got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won't heal the pain you're feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling / Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there's nothing left to conceal |
| zuo ci : Mould | |
| Floodlight, Arizona The fire trucks rush in | |
| Double wide double bed Specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin | |
| And they' re standing by Brow begins to moisten as you take | |
| Another hotshot to stiff you up The room is spinning now | |
| That' s it, man Inhibitions fall by the wayside | |
| Happy man You don' t care what' s happening | |
| To you now, it' s all one big blur of lights and action | |
| Later on, you find out | |
| You' ve been had, you' ve been tricked, you' re exposed, you' ve got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won' t heal the pain you' re feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there' s nothing left to conceal | |
| Hemispheres so high and mighty Velveteen and chalk delight | |
| You' ve become the new obsession of everyone that you' ve caressed | |
| But you can' t tell who recognizes you Can' t tell who knows your face | |
| Can' t tell anything, can' t tell anyone what you' ve done, you' ve got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won' t heal the pain you' re feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there' s nothing left to conceal |
| zuò cí : Mould | |
| Floodlight, Arizona The fire trucks rush in | |
| Double wide double bed Specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin | |
| And they' re standing by Brow begins to moisten as you take | |
| Another hotshot to stiff you up The room is spinning now | |
| That' s it, man Inhibitions fall by the wayside | |
| Happy man You don' t care what' s happening | |
| To you now, it' s all one big blur of lights and action | |
| Later on, you find out | |
| You' ve been had, you' ve been tricked, you' re exposed, you' ve got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won' t heal the pain you' re feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there' s nothing left to conceal | |
| Hemispheres so high and mighty Velveteen and chalk delight | |
| You' ve become the new obsession of everyone that you' ve caressed | |
| But you can' t tell who recognizes you Can' t tell who knows your face | |
| Can' t tell anything, can' t tell anyone what you' ve done, you' ve got it | |
| Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart | |
| And the hole in your arm won' t heal the pain you' re feeling | |
| Made in the skin trade, darling Every stitch of you has been revealed | |
| And there' s nothing left to conceal |