Skeletal History

Oh, an artery is not a vein

No history can tell, my skeleton won't tell

Why some like moths draw to a surgeon's drill

And blood shot hits to marrow

The snake's eating through her clothes and

Her charms that won me over

DeGama breached this lofty reach

Balboa left his bones upon the beach, left there to bleach

Rose breaks in my fingers

Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll

Smoke crawls low along the ceilings

And all is quiet, but I keep listening

Come to kill me

Oh, she just left, you missed her

Go on home, the sex theater is closed

Cracked mouth too dry to drink

At least the sand is cold

Wish the sea would drown the freeway

Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder

They can't walk with fallen soldiers

Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses

Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard

Draggin' the chain down, down, down

Who'll say it, tell me

No one else is here, come on

Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on

Who's layin' low, you said

Whether veins, the bones to be

Good or bad, the death of me

Just make it quietly

Oh, who knows my sister

Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her

She said, the sun was gonna burn and blister

My blood, Godspeed, God love her

Farewell, honey, yeah

No, morning sun'll move her

No, help in amen or hallelujah

Prayers are for the dead left over

The breach never to reach that sandy beach

Poor baby girl's gone under

To each their own grave buried in

Underneath abandoned boarding houses

Sidewalks and streets, sidewalks and streets

Though my skeleton won't tell

Some could see

Why moths draw to surgeon's drills

And blood shots hit the marrow