Good Bones

Collecting pieces of my family
In an old pillow case
This one has a skull

But it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father so strong
And the ring on this finger

Means my Grandmother's gone
Here's some legs in a cloud
Where my sister once played

Here's some mud made of blood
And these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother

The hand of a friend
And I just can't
Put them back together again

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

There are stains on the floor
Where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fire place
Mixed with the wood

There are forces in the air
Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back
And some scars on the skin

There were demons with guns
Who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed
They're an inhuman race

There are holes in the walls
Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell
Is making me sick

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

Now maybe someday
The suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom
And all will be fine

But nothing will grow
On this burnt cursed ground
Cuz the breathe of the death
Is the only sound


Pick Up the Bones 

Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case
This one has a skull but it don't have a face
These look like the arms of my father so strong
And the ring on his finger means my grandmother's gone

Here're some legs in a cloud where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother, the hand of a friend
And I just can't put them back together again

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

There're stains on the floor where my kitchen once stood
There're ribs in the fireplace mixed with the wood
There're forces in the air, ghosts in the wind
Some bullet in the back and some scars on the skin

There were demons with guns who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed they're an inhuman race
There're holes in the wall, bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell is making me sick

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

Pick up the bones and set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight
Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light

Now maybe someday the sun's gonna shine
Flowers will bloom and all will be fine
But nothing will grow on this burnt cursive ground
Cuz the breath of the death is the only sound