Toadies

In the middle of a house,
In the middle of nowhere.
Bodies glide from room to room
YEAAAAAAAH
I hate these walls!
They speak to me!
Hey skin like a doll your no friend
Of the family
Catch that light yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
Crawls in and tells them when their time is up
When it's over
Takes her hand
And kisses her cheek
She's a doll oh yeah
She's his spitting image
When you're gone
You're still a part of me!
Hey skin like a doll your no friend
Of the family
Catch that light yeah
It falls in subtle patterns
Crawls in and tells them when their time is up;
when it's over.
When you're gone
You're still a part of me.