Skin O` My Teeth (Live At The Cow Palace, San Francisco)

I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for me People clutter in the gutter Take a look and see No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth My blood flows through the streets Deluge from the wounds Empty jars of sleeping pills On the dresser in my room My wet brain neighbor cranes His neck in time to see The white lights a train Bearing down on me No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth I won't feel the hurt I'm not trash any longer That that doesn't kill me Only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue That's what 911 is for So tag my toe and don't forget Ooh to close the drawer No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth