Testo Skin The Rabbit

Aw we recognize, see it in your eyes
See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone
We know who you are, we're not very far
We're not very far, we're the cop and the criminal

Aw we recognize, aw we recognize
See it in your eyes, all the lies of the megaphone
We know who you are, we know who you are We're not very far, we're the cop and the criminal

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine?
Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Oil in the sand, a gun in every hand
A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo
Feel it in the dawn, won't be very long
Won't be very long, in the age of the methadone

Oil in the sand, oil in the sand A gun in every hand and we die like the buffalo
Feel it in the dawn, feel it in the dawn
Won't be very long, in the age of the methadone

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine?
Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Is there anyone else?
Is there anyone else?
Is there anyone else who can
Who can read my mind
Who can read my mind
Who can read my mind 'cause it's no longer mine

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine?
Stone to stone, the needle and the eye

Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
There's a lot of people saying that we're grieving about the track that we're on
Skin the rabbit, skin skin the rabbit
Makes you wonder about the faces and the aces that have crawled up the arm
Skin the rabbit, can you turn my gold to wine?
Stone to stone, the needle and the eye