Skin O' My Teeth, as I hear it.

Rexa Dyne Lane Slurtz,
Flowing Constantly,
My broken body in a wreck,
I wrapped round a tree.

A cross walk, hit and run,
The Finnish life for me,
People clutter in the gutter,
Take a look and see.

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Bringing onto life by the skin o' my teeth.

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Clinging onto life by the skin o' my teeth.

My butt flows through the streets,
Deli's from the hoods,
Pray to god for sleeping pills, dresser in my room.

My wake and freight, native crates,
who's left to see,
the time to (wtf)

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Clinging onto life by the skin o' my teeth.

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Clinging onto life by the skin o' my teeth.

I broke to fill the whore,
I'm not trashed any longer,
That which doesn't kill me,
Only makes me stronger

I need a ride to the four,
that's what 911 is for.

So I tap my toe,
and don't forget, who this is for.

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Clinging onto life by the skin o' my teeth.

No escaping pain,
You belong to me,
Clinging onto life by the skin o' my teeth.