Skin on Skin
   Nothing more or less than
   Skin on skin
   I want to lick the sweat off
   Skin on skin
   But don't talk to me about right or wrong
  
   Skin on skin
   I want to cut in deep in
   Skin on skin
   I need to sink my teeth in
   Skin on skin
   But don't talk to me about right or wrong
  
   Skin on skin
   I want to crush your mouth
   And skin on skin
   I want to bruise your lips
   Tell me what do you know about right or wrong
  
   Skin on skin
   I want to scratch your flesh
   And skin on skin
   I need to scrape the bones of
   Skin on skin
   You can't teach me a thing about right or wrong
  
   London stops
   And everything's sweet
   You look out of your window
   But there's no street
   The cars are gone
   The night is dead
   And the dogs have lost their growl
   And the air seems stale
   Cos the lions caged
   It whimpers low
   but the beast has been tamed
   So where's the riot
   It's much too quiet
   And my breath taste like
   Rotten feet
   There's chatter from my window
   But it seems so dead
   And there's no one talking
   But some talking heads
   Yes, tonight we go to sleep
   With the lullabye sound of buildings falling down
  
   Hey d'ya hear the scratch of skin on skin
   Hey d'ya feel the scrape of bone on bone
  
   Things get tight, close to the bone
   We feel fragile tonight
   We don't like us much
   But we can stay warm at least for an hour or two
  
   Skin on skin
   I need to scratch and bleed it
   Skin on skin
   Just the touch and feel of
   Skin on skin
   We don't talk anymore about right or wrong
  
   Skin on skin
   I want to smell the stink of
   Skin on skin
   Hot in the summer heat and
   Skin on skin
   I never open my mouth about right or wrong