Bones - Skinny

We fell to the street, full of noise,With a view to bring the dawn in. 
But clashed with the Burtons' shirts 
Who saw us as a chance for brawling. 

Well, they'd shopped and shaved like brain-dead clones, 
And bashed and bruised our skinny bones 
For dressing slim and keeping shaggy heads. 

The doormen took to their chips 
While we fashionably took a pasting. 
Then came down to give us a kick 
From the doorway that we had laid in. 

Well, it's wonderful and glorious 
To have the shit kicked out of us 
For dressing slim and keeping shaggy heads