Heads and toes, feet and head, carry on to be fed
Any dog can't chew off of my bone
And all my wine is gonna turn into blood
When my name is called, I'm just a pile of bone
When I'm gone, tell 'em that what will be inside my head
CHORUS
Bone, bone
Bone
Fingernail, chest and feet, carry on, good to eat
Any dog can't chew off of my bone
And all my wine is gonna turn into blood
When my gun is shot, I'm just a pile of bone
When I'm gone, tell 'em that what will be inside my head
All my stitches can't sow
If heaven is a place I know, I want you to keep my bones
CHORUS
Bone, bone
Bone bone
Bone, bone
Bone
If heaven is a place I know, I want you to keep my bones
all the stitches can't sow
When I'm gone, tell 'em that what will be inside my head