Bones

You awoke in the morning and said
What will happen to me when I’m dead
Will a million old bugs eat my bones?
Or will I be returned to my home?
If I knew that then I would be rich
I’d predict every death to the inch
When the gunfire and smoke light the sky
I could tell you exactly who’ll die
But he’s just another, face in the crowd
If you sleep through the morning, he won’t come around
He’s just another, face in the crowd
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around
Both the master and lover are sewn
Immortal souls and they’re never alone
Black cat’s luck and the book never seen
Just a rose where the bodies have been
We can have all the luck in the world
One day our lives will surely unfurl
No long pause 'fore the verdict is read
We’ll just know in our hearts that we’re dead
But he’s just another, face in the crowd
If you sleep through the morning, he won’t come around
He’s just another, face in the crowd
Oh the bones in the graveyard, are moving around