Ever they come by the hundreds
Out of their safety they crawl
To stumble the streets of a hungry
Beast that it is never full
And no one can ever claim
That it ain't no fun stepping into this dame
And smelling the lights of the glittering gutter

The skin is crumbling
Come on
The skin is crumbling
Come on
The skin is crumbling
Come on

Ever they come by the hundreds
Out of their safety they crawl
To stumble the streets of a hungry
Beast that it is never full
And no one can ever claim
That it ain't no fun stepping into this dame
And smelling the lights of the glittering gutter

The skin is crumbling
Come on
The skin is crumbling
Come on
The skin is crumbling
Come on