Blondie. No Exit. Screaming Skin. Zeneszám

Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been
I can't escape the sound of it, the sound of my screaming skin

My skin cries, my blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide

Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin
I can't ignore the scent of it, the scent of my screaming skin

My skin cries, my blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
We've got the hemodynamic connection
Don't call me germ

Allowing for my strength to muster, my losses begin to win
Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin

My skin cries, my spirits fly
But I still owe some dread on this hide
Ooh, yeah

I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
We've got the hemodynamic connection
And don't call me germ

Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one

My skin cries, my blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
Ah ha, we've got the hemodynamic connection
Don't call me germ!

My skin cries, my spirit flies
But I still owe some dread on this hide
My skin cries, my blood sighs
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine

My spirit flies, my blood sighs
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
My skin cries, my spirit flies
But I still owe some dread on this hide