There are secrets in the soul of me 
Things I keep inside 
Places you will never see 
Hidden under lock and key
Flesh and blood and skin and bone 
You're looking from the outside in 
All you'll see is what you're shown 
Flesh and blood and skin and bone
It's par for the course it's a matter of fact People are all the same 
They want to make my business theirs Slandering my good name 
All around my neighbourhood 
People trying to say that I aint no good Pointing their finger at me and mine 
Look at whats hanging on my clothesline
Flesh and blood and skin and bone whats mine is mine is mine alone 
Stand at the window on your tippy toes Blinds are down- skin and bone [bad word] to ashes 
Dust [bad word] to dust 
My scret soul will never die 
As my body surely must 
When I'm buried under the ground 
I'll still be here in kind 
Invisible and sinister 
The things I leave behind
Flesh and bone and skin and blood 
Bury me deep beneath the mud 
When I die only thing thats gone 
Flesh and blood, skin and bone.