Bones letra

I keep my father's gun underneath my bed
Next to the magazines I never read
Painted faces hover around my eyes
Painted faces hover around like flies

Oh, I'm going home on the back of a storm from down below
Oh, no one will know what happened to my body, what happened to my bones

I don't need a preacher boy. I know I'm right
I've got the spirit now. I've got my forty-fives
Painted faces paint their lives on me
Painted faces. Painting endlessly

Oh, I'm going home on the back of a storm from down below
Oh, no one will know what happened to my body, what happened to my bones

Painted faces paint their lives on me

Hurrah! A Bolt Of Light! - Letras

• Bones
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• Rip it Out
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