Bone

Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Hands and toes, feet and head
Carrion to be fed
Any dog can chew over my bone
And all my wine’s gonna turn into blood
When my name is called
I’m just a pile of bone
But when I’m gone
And I’m dead
What will be inside my head?
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Fingernail, chest and feet
Carrion good to eat
Any dog can chew over my bone
And all my wine’s gonna turn into blood
When my gun is shot
I’m just a pile of bone
When I’m gone
And I’m dead
What will be inside my head?
Will all my stitches be un-sewn?
If heaven is a place I know
I won’t be taking my bones
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
If heaven is a place I know
I won’t be taking my bones
Will all my stitches be un-sewn?
And when I’m gone
And I’m dead
What will be inside my head?
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone