Under a ribbon of every stripe

There's a grip that tightens, a dark that frightens
A wise that crackles, a fear that shackles
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man

And then that kinder creation
Becomes a fine fixation
All of a sudden
With the parts we've hidden
Because they are forbidden

Beneath a hide of pain, you'll find a soul of stain
While fists still beat, at heart's deceit
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man

Maybe with nothing but a drum and drone
I want to beat it 'til I get unknown
Pig some skin, stretch it tight
Make myself up overnight

Maybe this is nothing but drum and drone
Wanna beat it 'til I get unknown
Dig my pin, kick up some stink
Find myself a brand new kink

Prick that berry and squeeze this ink
Scratch out all of the words I think
Before your very eyes can blink
And I'm trying to do the best I can
But I'm a limited, primitive kind of man