I believe, them bones are me
Some say, we’re born into the grave

I feel so alone, gonna end up
big old pile of them bones

Dust rise, right on over my time
Empty, fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gonna end up
big old pile of them bones

Toll due, bad [bad word] [bad word] I lie, dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gonna end up
big old pile of them —
I feel so alone, gonna end up
big old pile of them —
I feel so alone, gonna end up
big old pile of them bones