Flesh Wound

(Robert Palmer/Frank Blair)

We flew over miles of ocean be prepared
I don’t have the faintest notion who’ll be there
You underestimated, nobody sympathised
I think you’ll soon feel better once we get inside
I see the door is open, why don’t we walk right in?
Let’s put our party hats on and let the fun begin
We should have called and said
that we were on our way
Who would have ever guessed
that you’d be so unreachable?

Just another flesh wound another thorn in your side
Just another flesh wound another wonder cure that you tried
Just another flesh wound another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound another irritation you abide

You know the rumour’s going that he was synthesised
And if we need to dress I, I wouldn’t be surprised
I say you’re so outrageous, you’ll go to number one
They’ll have us both arrested for having too much fun

Just another flesh wound another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound another thorn in your side
Just another flesh wound another bruise on your pride
Just another flesh wound another paranoia that you hide

And when she held her nose she took an overdose
It was nice to see her completely comatose
You go first, you’re completely debonair
Let’s go dutch, it’s only fair

Just another flesh wound another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound another thorn in your side
Just another flesh wound another bruise on your pride
Just another flesh wound another paranoia that you hide

The other ladies told him that he was hypnotised
Nobody was controlling the drummer’s paralysed
And when the rope was tested, it didn’t come undone
And when his bones were rested, he took another one

Just another flesh wound another thorn in your side
Just another flesh wound a minor injury you dignified
Just another flesh wound another unsuccessful suicide
Just another flesh wound another curse that you ride

Just another flesh wound
Just another flesh wound
Just another flesh wound