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 to 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 me 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 to blood

When my gun is shot

I'm just a pile of bone

But 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