You Know That Ain't Them Dogs' Real Voices

Shed your skin girl, shed your skin
Dance for him like your mother used to
Just like your father taught you
He couldn't help but laugh at the girl
Ripping out his eyes from his head
Why don't you believe me?
When I tell you you're imitating

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I'll be the can that holds dirty water
I'll be your canvas you paint with
I'll be the can holds dirty water this time

Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
I am the can that holds dirty water
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Trust is not a word that dabbles around our block
Drink it down like you have the strength of fifty men

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I am the can that holds dirty water
I am the canvas you paint with
I am the can that holds dirty water this time

Luck will hit the habitat
Luck will hit the habitat
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Yow

Funnier every time I see it
Funnier every time I feel it
Every time I lose it
Funnier every time I see it, see it

Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
(Inside of me, inside of you)
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
(Inside of me, inside of you)
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head
Mice scratching at the walls in your head