| Song | Flesh and Blood |
| Artist | The Waifs |
| Album | Up All Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There are secrets in the soul of me | |
| Things I keep inside | |
| Places you will never see | |
| Hidden under lock and key | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| You’re looking from the outside in | |
| All you’ll see is what you’re shown | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| It’s par for the course it’s a matter of fact | |
| People are all the same | |
| They want to make my business theirs | |
| Slandering my good name | |
| All around my neighbourhood | |
| People trying to say that | |
| I ain’t no good | |
| Pointing their finger at me and mine | |
| Look at what’s hanging on my clothesline | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| What’s mine is mine and mine alone | |
| Stand at the window on your tippy toes | |
| Blinds are down – skin and bone | |
| Ashes come to ashes | |
| Dust becomes to dust | |
| My secret soul will never die | |
| As my body surely must | |
| When I’m buried under the ground | |
| I’ll still be here in kind | |
| Invisible and sinister | |
| The things | |
| I leave behind | |
| Flesh and bone and skin and blood | |
| Bury my deep beneath the mud | |
| When I die only thing that’s gone | |
| Is flesh and blood, skin and bone |
| There are secrets in the soul of me | |
| Things I keep inside | |
| Places you will never see | |
| Hidden under lock and key | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| You' re looking from the outside in | |
| All you' ll see is what you' re shown | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| It' s par for the course it' s a matter of fact | |
| People are all the same | |
| They want to make my business theirs | |
| Slandering my good name | |
| All around my neighbourhood | |
| People trying to say that | |
| I ain' t no good | |
| Pointing their finger at me and mine | |
| Look at what' s hanging on my clothesline | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| What' s mine is mine and mine alone | |
| Stand at the window on your tippy toes | |
| Blinds are down skin and bone | |
| Ashes come to ashes | |
| Dust becomes to dust | |
| My secret soul will never die | |
| As my body surely must | |
| When I' m buried under the ground | |
| I' ll still be here in kind | |
| Invisible and sinister | |
| The things | |
| I leave behind | |
| Flesh and bone and skin and blood | |
| Bury my deep beneath the mud | |
| When I die only thing that' s gone | |
| Is flesh and blood, skin and bone |
| There are secrets in the soul of me | |
| Things I keep inside | |
| Places you will never see | |
| Hidden under lock and key | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| You' re looking from the outside in | |
| All you' ll see is what you' re shown | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| It' s par for the course it' s a matter of fact | |
| People are all the same | |
| They want to make my business theirs | |
| Slandering my good name | |
| All around my neighbourhood | |
| People trying to say that | |
| I ain' t no good | |
| Pointing their finger at me and mine | |
| Look at what' s hanging on my clothesline | |
| Flesh and blood and skin and bone | |
| What' s mine is mine and mine alone | |
| Stand at the window on your tippy toes | |
| Blinds are down skin and bone | |
| Ashes come to ashes | |
| Dust becomes to dust | |
| My secret soul will never die | |
| As my body surely must | |
| When I' m buried under the ground | |
| I' ll still be here in kind | |
| Invisible and sinister | |
| The things | |
| I leave behind | |
| Flesh and bone and skin and blood | |
| Bury my deep beneath the mud | |
| When I die only thing that' s gone | |
| Is flesh and blood, skin and bone |