Skeletons

Yeah you look good in that black light
Clothes gold like a mirror
Wanna see my reflection
Your hands up like a question
Wanna get close
Whisper something awful
I don’t think the sugar cube told that to me
I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they’ll find:
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime
Think I know what you’re thinking:
I run my mouth too much
«That's low-pH talk. Big visions, huh?»
Yeah well I see plastic and glass in shards
Actinides, twisted steel rebar
They’re gonna know us by the hell of it
In that groove like a burial
Do you get down to it?
I don’t the sugar cube told that to me
I don’t the sugar cube told that to me
I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they’ll find
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime
I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they’ll find
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime
I know when they come to dig us up
I know what they’ll find
Skeletons dancing
At the scene of the crime