Bones

with your hands to the ground

and the laundry on lines

and by dolby surrounded

cover holes that you found

so we know it's a mess

fadin at last

is it worth all the fuss

'till you don't even guess

you know I don't mind you're fadin'

or putting stones on stones

I ain't happy degrading

but it's better then breaking my bones

with your head down low

and your eyes fade slow

you can use or abuse me

or refuse or infuse me

you know I see sounds parading

mesmorizing trones

I ain't happy to be degrading

but it's better then breaking my bones

keep your hands to the wheel

and the dog in the trunk

let 'm bark at your heels

and if I bite you bite

now we're bones

I don't think that's worth it

I don't think that at all

something is overrated

nothing better than breakin' my bones

I don't mind you 're fadin'

or putting stones on stones

I ain't happy degrading

but it's better then breaking my bones

not the clock but the tick

not the cock but the dick