Skin of Your Teeth

It's such a shame
That I would say "oh what a shame"
From in my bed and not my grave
I live indoors for goodness sake

Doesn't it seem strange
That there are endorphins in my brain
That I'm free and not enslaved
Next time I'll thank, and won't complain

When I think about it
The last time that I shouted
Blessings I must have miscounted
Didn't they mean anything to me?

Even in dire straights, never say die
It's ok to just skate by
At least when you're flying by the seat of your skin of your teeth
You're still alive, and that means everything

Some people say that they have faith
I'll burn in hell and I was scared until they said
My friends would be there, not with the V.I.P.s upstairs
Well I'll be damned
Just like every questioner and queer
And free thinking engineer
And that whole other hemisphere
Who could forget them?

But until then, never say die
It's ok to just skate by
At least when you're flying by the seat of your skin of your teeth
You're still alive, and that means everything

In fact it's the only thing I'm sure means anything
Think less than we need, but need much less than we think
At least when we're flying by the seats of our skins of our teeth were still alive