Skin And Bones

Army Of Me

Singing in the rain, fluttering my wings.

I can fly on Tuesdays 'cause I'm skin and bones.

But falling from the sky, I can't stand my ground.

My legs are always broken 'cause I'm skin and bones.

Yes I'm really delicate, and pasty white

Like a china doll, I never learned to fight.

It doesn't really bother me, it bothers Lizzy.

And I wouldn't mind changing, but I'm just too busy. . .

When your feeling down, I can't pick you up.

Things are much too heavy when your skin and bones.

And when I see your face, I need a bodyguard.

Someone to protect me when I'm feeling old.

Yes I'm really delicate. . .