Skintrade - Bob Mould

Floodlight, arizona / the fire trucks rush in Double wide double bed / specks of ceiling paint fall off the tin

And theyre standing by / brow begins to moisten as you take

Another hotshot to stiff you up / the room is spinning now

Thats it, man / inhibitions fall by the wayside

Happy man / you dont care whats happening

To you now, its all one big blur of lights and action

Later on, you find out

Youve been had, youve been tricked, youre exposed, youve got it Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart

And the hole in your arm wont heal the pain youre feeling

Made in the skin trade, darling / every stitch of you has been revealed

And theres nothing left to conceal

Hemispheres so high and mighty / velveteen and chalk delight

Youve become the new obsession of everyone that youve caressed

But you cant tell who recognizes you / cant tell who knows your face

Cant tell anything, cant tell anyone what youve done, youve got it Made in the skin trade with your heavy head and heart, you fall apart

And the hole in your arm wont heal the pain youre feeling

Made in the skin trade, darling / every stitch of you has been revealed

And theres nothing left to conceal