Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone
Hands and toes, feet and head, carrion to be fed
And 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
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
And any dog can chew off of 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 unsewn?
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 unsewn?
When I'm gone, and I'm dead, what will be inside my head?
Bone, bone
Bone bone
Bone, bone
Bone, bone