| Floodlight, arizona / the fire trucks rush in Double wide double bed / specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin
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| And theyre 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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| Thats it, man / inhibitions fall by the wayside
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| Happy man / you dont care whats happening
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| To you now, its all one big blur of lights and action
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| Later on, you find out
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| Youve been had, youve been tricked, youre exposed, youve got it Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart
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| And the hole in your arm wont heal the pain youre feeling
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| Made in the skin trade, darling / every stitch of you has been revealed
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| And theres nothing left to conceal
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| Hemispheres so high and mighty / velveteen and chalk delight
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| Youve become the new obsession of everyone that youve caressed
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| But you cant tell who recognizes you / cant tell who knows your face
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| Cant tell anything, cant tell anyone what youve done, youve got it Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart
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| And the hole in your arm wont heal the pain youre feeling
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| Made in the skin trade, darling / every stitch of you has been revealed
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| And theres nothing left to conceal |