Drum and Bone Elvis Costello & The Imposters

[Verse 1]
Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone
Blare and rubber, eyes that blubber
Teeth that bite, hands that slight
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man

[Verse 2]
Maybe we're nothing but skin and bone
Nerves that shatter, tongues that flatter
Lips that mutter, lashes that flutter
Mounds of dust and lips of ripe
Twice as vicious as the words I type
Under a ribbon of every stripe
There's a grip that tightens
A dark that frightens
A wise that crackles, a fear that shackles
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man

[Bridge]
And then that kinder creation
Becomes a fine fixation
All of a sudden with the parts we've hidden
Because they are forbidden
Beneath a hide of pain, you'll find a soul of stain
While fists still beat at heart's deceit
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man