Floodlight, Arizona / The fire trucks rush in
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Double wide double bed / Specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin
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And they're standing by / Brow begins to moisten as you take
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Another hotshot to stiff you up / The room is spinning now
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That's it, man / Inhibitions fall by the wayside
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Happy man / You don't care what's happening
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To you now, it's all one big blur of lights and action
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Later on, you find out
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You've been had, you've been tricked, you're exposed, you've got it
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Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart
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And the hole in your arm won't heal the pain you're feeling
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Made in the skin trade, darling / Every stitch of you has been revealed
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And there's nothing left to conceal
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Hemispheres so high and mighty / Velveteen and chalk delight
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You've become the new obsession of everyone that you've caressed
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But you can't tell who recognizes you / Can't tell who knows your face
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Can't tell anything, can't tell anyone what you've done, you've got it
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Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart
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And the hole in your arm won't heal the pain you're feeling
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Made in the skin trade, darling / Every stitch of you has been revealed
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And there's nothing left to conceal
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SKINTRADE
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| Bob Mould |
