I got several skins in me closet None of which is the same I got several identities to be unfolded Who am I today? The beggar, the priest The thief, or the fog The garbage on the street now Or the scum I could be behind you with a knife I could be there to take your life I said, skins It's like identity Skins Now, I been getting up just around seven I look at what I have, and if I'm going to heaven But I been so bad, I don't know what good is I been living so low, I feel just like a fool I got several skins in me closet None of which, now, is the same The beggar, the priest The thief, or the fog I said, who am I today? Skins All these identities What identity do you have? I look in the mirror, and what do I see? I see eyes that lie unto thee It's sad that I laugh, and I know that I'm wrong 'Cause I'm twisting around in my own Closet of skins Identity hangs The thief or the fog The priest or the scum Am I standing behind you with a knife? Do I make you fear for your life? Skins in our closet Who are we today? I said, skins Skins at the party In which we talk away Light lies in this darkness At the party where we were inside the day I said, now, who are you and me today? The clothes you wear could be your just undoings It could show someone else what you're not meant to be doing It could be a lie in which you're living Look in the mirror, what is your giving? Giving what? Identity! Skins! Identity! Skins! Skins I have several skins in me closet I had about twenty myths I look at my face, I see the disgrace Of a man who doesn't know where to begin Because, skins All I think about identity The priest or the fog The garbage or the scum I could be holding a knife Do you fear for your life? Skins But now I say: No more, no more, no more identity No more closet of skins I said: No more skins in me closet I'm gonna be me today