Interpret:

Elvis Costello

Album:

Elvis Costello Momofuku

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


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


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


Maybe with nothing but a drum and drone
I want to beat it 'til I get unknown


Pig some skin
Stretch it tight
Make myself up overnight


Maybe this is nothing but drum and drone
Wanna beat it 'til I get unknown


Dig my pin
Kick up some stink
Find myself a brand new kink


Prick that berry
And squeeze this ink
Scratch out all of the words I think
Before your very eyes can blink


And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man