This skin it fits me well

See how it's bronzed by this yellow sun



The taste, the touch, and the smell

It's easier when no one here lives long enough to bore me

I know somewhere out there

She's calling from the cold side of the moon

Saying "son I think it's time to come home"

(But I don't want to go)



If you think you thought you saw me

Would you go on, and on, and on, and on about me

Or would you call the F.B.I?

Who are you going to tell

When there is no one like you left here?

You're going to bow to the one with the shiny ray gun

I'm so cool Yeah I'm cool like that

Watch your step...



Mama says I can eat anybody I want

Gather up your toys

This skin it fits me well

See how it's bronzed by this yellow sun