skinny arms, skinny legsnplace your bets, place your betsnlick your wounds and go to bednit's not over yetnnjust a face in the crowdneven you scream loudnwith your own desirennskinny arms, skinny legsnplace your bets, place your betsnlick your wounds and go to bednit's not over yetnnjust a face in the crowdneven you scream loudnwith your own desirennow it's late in the yearnmeet me there bring no fearnand we'll lay it downnyeah we'll lay it downnnLay it down, lay it downn