Skin of My Teeth - Live at Obras Sanitarias Stadium, Argentina, 2005

I had wrists donning slits, flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck, wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit-and-run, the finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter, take a look and see

No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth

My blood flows through the streets, deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills, on the dresser in my room
My wet-brained neighbor cranes, his neck to see
In time, the white light's, a train, bearing down on me

No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth

Yah

I won't feel the hurt, I'm not trash any longer
That, that doesn't kill me, only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue, that's what 9-1-1 is for
So tag my toe and don't forget, oh, to close the drawer

No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth
No escaping pain, you belong to me
Clinging on to life by the skin o' my teeth