The Skin کے بول

She's a fat girl You could never love that girl You and all your skinny friends makin' jokes at her expense Cracks about her backside, its resemblance to an elephant's Does it feel good to tear her down? Take her, make her less than human She's heard every word and She can't help the skin she's in He's a black boy You wouldn't want to be that boy He's a jive talkin', ghetto dwellin', streetcorner crack sellin' Welfare cheatin', pickaninny eatin' watermelon Does it feel good to tear him down? Take him, make him less than human He's heard every word and He can't help the skin he's in We are the ugly, the weak and the wrong Trapped in your world where you won't let us belong When you cut me with your eyes You know I die a million times I'm still alive You're lovely But deep inside I know you're ugly Though your face displays the promise of a Venus or Adonis Still your fragile bleeding ego takes its pain out on the rest of us And it feels good to tear you down Sue me, I'm only human That only makes it worse, 'cause You can't help the skin you're in