The Wind-Up Birds - Skin Scaffolding

Something's leaked in your bag  
And now it's all down the back of your legs 
You're not sure what it is  
You should have put it at the top with the eggs 
Stick it out for a bit 
At least get passed this set of proper scratty kids 
Going round in your head  
A part of you all dead 
You keep hid 
 
So dance the doghouse dance of self-defence 
'Cause they all like the same stuff on their timelines each night 
Your broken  
Beaten 
Filthy 
Making little sense 
Don't let them tell you it'll be all right 
 
The radio is dead 
Well it works but its made it all worse 
Very angry men who'll never understand 
Just play for first 
 
So dance the doghouse dance of self-defence 
Cos they all like the same stuff on their timelines each night 
Your broken  
Beaten 
Filthy 
Making little sense 
Don't let them tell you it'll be all right 
They don't tell you things cos you laugh at the wrong bits 
They let you break and break 
And on and on for miles 
Well let them wallow in their lives 
Like ridiculous baby blankets 
Let them dig out the tears that support their style 
Cos there's nothing in their file 
 
You can't turn it off  
'Cause the silence is enough to do you in 
Let them have your time 
They'll never get inside of your skin 

Written by:
John Ackroyd

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