I have a noble cause for skin -- there's just too many of them
The only necessary cull -- curse the brain inside it's skull
Just a bitch in the manger to the balances of nature

Cover me with skin and accuse me of sin
But you know what I mean
There's just too many of them
Give me your skin for dancing in

Hairless and streamline -- fits like my own skin
Tattooed and sun-dyed -- it's warm and it's human
There was too many of them -- the animals like them
Shame about the smell but they're fine seeped in perfume