Skin
Lyrics 
Well, I know, you don't know the reason
An' it's cold, a sign of the season
'Cause you're old an' battered an' beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, oh
full lyrics... 
Well, I know, you don't know the reason
An' it's cold, a sign of the season
'Cause you're old an' battered an' beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, oh
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
a subtle use of vocal harmony
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
intricate melodic phrasing
a clear focus on recording studio production
major key tonality
dirty electric guitar riffs
an emotional male lead vocal performance
prominent drums

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Come up with a weekend
Well, I know, you don't know the reason
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An' it's cold, a sign of the season
Bombs away, covered in my skin
Well, it's gone and it's not returning
Get away, send a letter
Yeah, we know we better
'Cause you're old an' battered an' beaten
Yeah, we know we better
I couldn't imagine, why you would save yourself?
You're covered in my skin
Get away, send a letter
Come up with a weekend
Yeah, we know we better
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I couldn't imagine, why you would save yourself?
Come up with a weekend
Bombs away, covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I couldn't imagine anyone else
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, oh
Come up with a weekend
Get away, send a letter
Eyaa
Songwriters: Ben Burnley, Aaron Fincke, Jeremy Hummel, Mark James Klepaski
Why you would save yourself?
'Cause you're old an' battered an' beaten
And we'll grow, 'til we hit the ceiling, oh
And your clothes and pictures are burning
I couldn't imagine
Bombs away, covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
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