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Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak
caught, careless Got my heart right pierced by a pin But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas? All the bellies and the bones and the bile No, I
a witch off her broom We slither on in and shed our skin Make our way into the bump and the grind So I'm passing by, she gives me the eye So I stop
Shot down by your bullets They shatter my face and my bones If you listen to words, it hurts They creep right under my skin, they cut so deep
caught, careless Got my heart right pierced by a pin But oh, did you see all the dead of Manassas? All the bellies and the bones and the bile No, I
whispers Your name For me you left Your throne And traded crown for thorns instead I'm safe within not by Your skin But because Your blood was red
Something strange is happening My bones do ache and my ears, they do ring I could pull and tear my skin I hear and smell and I want to scream
Shot down by your bullets They shatter my faith and my bones If you listen to words, it hurts They creep right under my skin, it cuts so deep
a witch off her broom We slither on in and shed our skin Make our way into the bump and the grind So I'm passing by, she gives me the eye So I stop
heart By God's design, we are a skin kaleidoscope We've gotta come together, Aren't we all human after all? [Chorus] Ignorance has wronged
Mmh Skin that covers my bones My bones Skin Skin of a cfrican Queen It really doesn't matter the shade of black you are ‘Cause to me you are pure
I went out walking through the streets paved with gold Lifted some stones Saw the skin and bones Of a city without a soul I went out walking
but skin and bones The silent Dona, the youth that’s yet to come Forget, forget, the giver’s not the arrow Take it, take it, you’re always too far off
Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak
you fall You're done You're bones You're skin and bones You're skin and bones Death is a fine part of life if you dare Fibers and cells don't really
Undress me To skin and bones Drawn by your Authentic soul Close your eyes Your words are slurred 3 AM Noise from the birds
the park And you lay there by the Do Not signs, and shamed them with your spark Now winter moans in old men's bones as the day falls into dark So it's
bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If the world be sovereign and free For we'll
bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If the world be sovereign and free For we'll
bloody and loud And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd Fear not little darling of dying If the world be sovereign and free For we'll
Sunday dress so sweet and innocent But I can tell by the look in your eyes I ain't seen Nothing yet oh no Cause the talk of the town is you get
hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel It's a world gone crazy Keeps woman in chains Trades her soul as skin and bones Sells the only thing she
hopelessly weighed down by your eyes of steel It's a world gone crazy Keeps woman in chains Trades her soul as skin and bones Sells the only thing she owns
Hunger, and the world is reduced Reduced to the surface of her skin Like a spray of broken glass His bones began to fill with words Like
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