Skinny doesn’t want to trample your garden,
Skinny doesn’t want to crush your dream, no,
Skinny doesn’t want to make you cry when he proves any hope in your heart is a lie,
When he does, he comes clean.
Skinny didn’t come to strangle your chicken,
Skinny doesn’t really wish you dead,
Skinny doesn’t want to kiss your cheek when the hangman waits at the edge of the creek,
When he does, he feels bad.
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
Woe,
He feels bad,
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
Wearing sackcloth and ashes.
Skinny doesn’t mean to trouble your angel,
Skinny doesn’t want to jerk your chain, no,
Skinny doesn’t want to bang your bars with a hammer he hides in a burgundy jar,
When he does, he’s ashamed.
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
Wearing sackcloth and ashes,
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
Woe,
He feels bad,
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
He’s wearing sackcloth and ashes,
Woe is Skinny,
Woe,
Woe,
He feels bad,
Skinny feels bad,
Skinny feels bad.
