SKIN O' MY TEETH      					                     
(by D. Mustaine) 

I had wrists donning slits, flowing constantly,
my broken body in a wreck, wrapped around a tree.
A crosswalk hit and run the finish line for me;
people clutter in the gutter, take a look and see...

No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!
No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!

My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds,
empty jars of sleeping pills on the dresser of my room.
My wet brain neighbour cranes his neck, to see
in time the white lights: a train bearing down on me...

No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!
No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!

I won't feel the hurt, I'm not trash any longer,
that, that doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
I need a ride to the morgue, that's what "911" is for,
so, tag my toe and don't forget, oooh, to close the drawer...

No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!
No escaping pain: you belong to me,
clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth!