[Verse 1]
I have been experiencing some unusual paths of thinking
On a night of public drinking I have found I am picturing
All these different people in a state of undress equal
To that of Adam and Eve I believe this is not a sexual thing
I picture men and women in just the skin they were born in
It removes their identities and lets me see the entities
That I believe their parents see without being obscured by the
Costumes that we wear to be a part of this society
The skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurt
As any individual both mental and the physical
But mankind is so cynical and clinical it’s difficult
To strip away the visible, envisage the residual
Not exactly typical but kinda prototypical
Removing the pontifical external inadmissible
Mask of the municipal discarded for the visceral
I swear this is permissible in principle

[Hook]
You're a big man and you're way to loud
But deep down your mothers still proud of, you
When you're, stripped down and you lose that shroud
You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school

[Verse 2]
One seems to me to be a solitary sum
When referring to yourself it’s an affront
To the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as young
And many guises are revised as we get old
And many lies through each disguise is someway told
To ignite the right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside our minds to somehow have a hold
Of the image we present unto the world
But beneath this we’re still boys and we’re still girls
Not exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style
Used to beguile
So concerned with what is learned just from our style
But when you strip and rip it down to just a smile
Then you’re left with just the depth within the naturally constructed form just like when you were born

[Hook x2]
You're a big man and you're way to loud
But deep down your mothers still proud of, you
When you're, stripped down and you lose that shroud
You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school