Letras: Graham Coxon. I Can't Look At Your Skin.

You've got a bug in your body
And an itch in your head
Shooting looks down every street
Hoping there's someone to meet, do you care?

You better start making changes
Before they put you away
Shooting looks down every street
Feral kid with no beliefs (on the recorded version; live and in the lyrics booklet it is "Hoping there's someone to meet")
Stealing hearts just like a thief
Killing boys with your body

Can't you see in their faces
That you make them so frikkin crazy?
I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

Though I've forgot what your name is
You're on the tip of my tongue
And I just refuse to see
You as an atrocity

You better start making changes
Before they put you away
Are you dressing like before?
Is there another boy to score?
Will you take him on the floor?
Will you drown in your sorrow?

Can't you see in their faces
That you make them so frikkin crazy?
I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

Can't you see in their faces
That you make them so frikkin crazy?
I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in

I can't look at your skin
'Cos it's doing me in