Mark Lanegan - Skeletal History Lyrics
Ohhh, an artery is not a veinNo history can tellMy skeleton won't tellWhy some like moths drawTo a surgeon's drillAnd blood shot hits to marrowThe snake's eating through her clothes andHer charms that won me overDeGama breached this lofty reachBalboa left his bones upon the beachLeft there to bleachRose breaks in my fingersPullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a tollSmoke crawls low along the ceilingsAnd all is quietBut I keep listeningCome to kill meOh, she just left, you missed herGo on home, the sex theater is closedCracked mouth too dry to drinkAt least the sand is coldWish the sea would drown the freewayInstead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonderThey can't walk with fallen soldiersUsed by cops who *****ed inside abandoned boarding housesGo on fast before the beast catches the bastardDraggin' the chain down, down, downWho'll say itTell meNo one else is here, come onNothin' to believe is to be blissed, come onWho's layin' low, you saidWhether veins, the bones to beGood or bad, the death of meJust make it quietlyOh, who knows my sisterCan't anyone admit the fact that they infected herShe said the sun was gonna burn and blisterMy bloodGod speedGodLove herFarewell, honeyYeahNo morning sun'll move herNo help in amen or hallelujahPrayers are for the dead left overThe breach never to reach that sandy beachPoor baby girl's gone underTo each their own grave buried inUnderneath abandoned boarding housesSidewalks and streetsSidewalks and streetsThough my skeleton won't tellSome could seeWhy moths draw to surgeon's drillsAnd blood shotsHit the marrow
