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