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Hey, this one's kinda old now, tell me what you think.

Skin

In this skin, felt I was
Manifestly ill-at-ease
I’d read thru pensive hours
These lonesome letters, these ain’t me
I was dead beat, starved, and
Walked on amphetamines
So it was I found myself
Selling papers for the socialists

Though you wonder that I laugh as my dignity is stripped
I enjoy watching your reel-to-reel masquerades
While I master my fortune as king in this skin
I’ve seen you hard-luck princes dine with beggars and thieves

I’m King in this skin

My father wished I’d talk
Thus the accusations flew
Recriminations rang
Some old in truth, yet much was new
I kept a civil tongue
It was all I could do
As he rattled his sabre
And said ‘I got the measure of you’

For my sins I’ll extend no sincere apology
Though preaching would seem to be a talent of yours
I master my own fortune while king in this skin
Matter of fact, since there ain’t no saints approaching

I’m King in this skin

Fell afoul of PC Smile having one of his turns
Thought he had license to think and go out of his way
Been issued an opinion, had twenty questions
Man it was shaping up to be one of those days

Though you wonder that I laugh as my dignity is stripped
I enjoy watching you tangle your manoeuvres
The nights I mind my fortune as king in this skin
I’ve seen you hard-luck princes dine with beggars and thieves

All I am is king in this skin
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