My life was free of friction
I needed a new addiction
But every [bad word] I tried
Left me paranoid
And I was feeling apprehensive
'Cause my tastes are so expensive
And while I sighed inside
I was never satisfied
Till I got [bad word] on skin

Now I'm [bad word] on skin
Yeah skin is in
I'm [bad word] on skin
Thank God that skin is in

I was tired of party tricks
I was ready for a fix
To ease my melancholy
With something more than folly
I needed an elixir
Like Kansas needed a twister
Every stabbing pain
Soon became inane
Till I got [bad word] on skin

Try not to stare
When all is laid bare
Shed every layer
You wear

I was feeling past my prime
I'd lost my taste for wine
The only thoughts I'd muster
Seemed jaded and lackluster
So hopeless and bucolic
Like a plateaued alcoholic
Then came a warm breeze
That knocked me to my knees
When I got [bad word] on skin