Letras
I'm not the prisoner of my skin
It's flexible and paperthin
I'm breaking out to let you in
Where I get pierced with a little pin
Little pricks I could hardly feel
Little tiny needles made of steel
I make a statement, hear my cry
Something I'll have past the day that I die
I was inspired by the illustrated man
Got my first butterfly on my can
Running out of room, I can't find a place
I'll have to put the last supper on my face
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Put it right here (Wow)
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Ow!
I can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery
Unless before I die I become very hairy
Can't get a job that means anything
But I can always get a nipple ring
A pattern of scars filled with ink
Like vacation postcards, don't you think?
Running from my ankle all the way to my breast
Is a map of my vacation in the wild, wild west
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Put it right here (Wow)
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Ow!
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Put it right here (Wow)
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Tattoo me now
Tattoo (Tattoo)
Ow!
My body is a canvas, a picture I control
A gallery of images, I worship every hole
My back's an empty album, begging for some art
Dragons, lizards, ancient gods
Only question: where to start?