Don't Pick That Scratch Songtext
von Floodlights

Intimidation, threatened by change
What will it mean for me, and my understanding of culture?
If things are rearranged, it′s the fear of the unknown, of the other
Like stumbling in the dark, a reflex paranoia

You can walk a different track and see how the shoe fits
On the other foot, but you won't look
When a sense of understanding lacks, contempt simmers beneath
A flicker of the fast tongue shows what′s buried way down deep
Shows what's buried

But don't pick that scratch
A wound will open
Once we struggle to conceal
But we can′t continue to cover up
A true history that′s real


But don't pick that scratch
A wound will open
Once we struggle to conceal
But we can′t continue to cover up
A true history that's real

But don′t pick that scratch
A wound will open
Once we struggle to conceal
But we can't continue to cover up
A true history that′s real

But don't pick that scratch
A wound will open
Once we struggle to conceal
But we can't continue to cover up
A true history that′s real

But don′t pick that scratch
A wound will open
Once we struggle to conceal
But we can't continue to cover up
A true history that′s real