You Know That Aint Them Dogs' Real Voice

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