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Bones Will Be Bones

they make it play so thereís an easier way
but against the grain dies like clay
their ainít no fine balance but the force that you give
life that you life, and love that you siv
haven't you heard of a leathering curd
old in age and life day by day
she walks a ragged mile with a gun in her hand
seekin out the one wicked man
heaven forbid she should step on your tail
you might find yourself molding like clay
gravity pulls like a cat, even black
listen to it: it'll tell you a fact
you pull on the strings and you play the right rings
you lie on your back faking a heart attack
bones will be bones, vendettas will be black
leaves on the river will float away soon
dying for a life that will lead you astray
searching for a day when you can get away
loaded like a dog with a keen sense of smell
you walk in a path of absolute thrill
carrying around like a flower in your hand
one silver bullet with the intent to kill
luckily for you thereís a chance to look back
22 steel bars plus one right and center
sucks to be jaded when you ain't right anyway
worse to be hated, but easier on your mind
the cavalry men and the swords that they carry
hold down the fort while you're off in your quarry
digging up bones for the chieftains at large
trying to make sense, or at least strike the fear
listen to me, listen to you
I ain't fucking mean, and I ain't fuckin used
come one and all come take my hand
carry me off to the promise land
bones will be bones, vendettas will be black
leaves on the river will float away soon