Rows Of Bones

Built a home

Not for two

Lying with velvet and rotten wood

I’m not in any rush

I’ll wait for you

I’ll put my best suit on

You wear your shiny shoes

Let’s try and look our best

When they march our bodies through

The rusted gates of Birkenau

We go down, down, down, down down

Til we’re buried

Like rows and rows of bones

And the sun’s hardly shown

And the wind don’t blow and

I’m here all alone

I guess this feels like home

More than any pile of bricks and sticks and

They’ll try and stitch us up

Make our bodies new

But they can’t account for all the shit

That we’ve been through

No tombstone can define

How dead I feel inside

How much I wanna die

The empty feeling of a coffin in the night

This was all your doing

The beating in my brain

I haven’t slept in days

And the next time you go skipping

Past my grave I’m gonna haunt you every fucking day

And we go down, down, down, down down

Til we’re buried like rows and rows of bones

And the sun’s hardly shown

And the wind don’t blow and I’m here all alone

I guess this feels like home More than any pile of bricks and sticks and

Stones