Cruelty shifts and swirls around
At any time you could be the hound
Or the hounded target, in a flash
Positions change and now you're catching the gas
Getting the lash
Getting trashed



You could be forever known

As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone

Or the guy in math who split his pants

Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance

Thick skin

(Oh dot dot dot dot, dotadot - like in poetry)



Fear spreads like blood in a pool

Until it covers all the space in the room

Like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors and fears

Never-ending, all-consuming

And it's right here



You could be forever known

As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone

Or the guy in math who shit his pants

Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance



Somebody's blasting away

It's the big pile-on

Sensing weakness, it's been there all along

Find a tender spot and poke it

Schadenfreude rules

So sorry, I've been that guy

I've been that fool



You could be forever known

As the guy in the locker room who popped the bone

Or the guy in math who shit his pants

Or had the wet spot at the cotillion dance

At the cotillion dance



This is the age of thick skin

It's all in fun, don't be sensitive

Let it go, have a ball

This is the age of thick, thick skin

Thick skin