Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shed Some Skin, artist - Bomb The Music Industry!. Date of issue: 19.05.2013
Song language: English
Shed Some Skin |
| It’s Christmas Day in gay Paris |
| Not so gay for Galen Z |
| Sixteen hours in a sweaty kitchen |
| For money that makes |
| Minimum wage look good |
| 6 a.m. on the subway |
| Stop station, through the doorway |
| Crowds of people |
| Standing, yelling, screaming |
| «What's going on? |
| I must be dreaming.» |
| And the city forgets |
| They didn’t even perceive |
| And the trains keep blowing up, week after week |
| Franzel’s traveled wide and far |
| Back from the U.S.S.R |
| Went there to pursue a lifelong calling |
| You found only numb toes and helpless longing |
| Now you’re back at home today |
| Back in the old USA |
| Scoop up handfuls of your native dust |
| And cross the country in a Greyhound bus |
| Another failed attempt |
| It’s no use trying to pretend |
| Now you’re right back where you started again |
| I saw what’s wrong but I didn’t see how |
| I saw, I saw |
| We’re all grown up now |
| Today’s your twentieth birthday |
| Alone you walk the banks of Maine |
| As time runs out to write the second verse of |
| The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock |
| While you’re gone we’ll be here still |
| Just beyond those distant hills |
| Could be that you got the upper hand |
| When you left this rustic never-never land |
| And my breathing constricts |
| I feel the walls closing in |
| Could it be that finally we’re all shedding some skin |