Rags 'n Bones

Well, Christ was married on the cross

My father was married to my mother

And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter

And I am married to a cigarette butt lying in the gutter

Oh, that's too bad, isn't it

Rags and bones, are we finally alone?

White Man, you, you just starting to get the blues

I said, White Man, you, you just starting to get the blues

The blues

Rags and bones, are we finally alone?

The beast has arisen, all sins are forgiven

The beast has arisen, all sins are forgiven

In the belly of the beast I shall be released

In the belly of the beast I shall be released

She rises, Captain! She rises, Captain!

Captain---dive, dive! Captain---dive, dive!

If I could choose to believe or not to believe

You know I would choose not to

If I could choose to believe or not to believe

You know I would choose not to

But I can't choose

Not to

Rags and bones, are we finally alone?

Any old rags and bones?

Who would have thought that I would be

A sailor on the deep blue sea

Any old rags and bones?