Someone let the cat
Out of the bag
And it didn't come back
The situation is grave
Which isn't too great
For the owners of late
Who claim it stays in one place
Collecting dust on it's bones
Someone let the bird
Out of the cage
And it lyes there in rage man
I wonder why
It's soaring high
On broken wings
It starts to sing
About nothing but bones
A tombstone of
Sticks and stones
A lone flower grows
Out of something just bones
A new home on
The side of the roadkill
Starts to corrode
'Till it's nothing but bones
Everything comes around
Damn this whole town
Seems numb to the cold ground
Until it's their turn
And will we burn
When we hop in the urn
Will we get what we've earned
Collecting dust from our bones?
So I'll bury you
If you bury me
It's plain to see
We're not something to own
But when you're dead and alone on the
Side of the road
I hope when they find you
That you're nothing but bones
A tombstone of
Sticks and stones
A lone flower grows
Out of something just bones
A new home on
The side of the roadkill
Starts to corrode
'Till it's nothing but bones
A tombstone of
Sticks and stones
A lone flower grows
Out of something just bones
A new home on
The side of the roadkill
Starts to corrode
'Till it's nothing
No it's nothing but bones