My body is the temple
Safer than a prison
But I've done some demolition
I'm in a world gone wrong
The death of country music
Rattles around the planet
Lit the flame and ban it
Deep into the night
Where the city casts its shadow
You leave the straight and narrow
To follow and forever
Seem so far away
Well the sax was overcrowded
And the music's getting louder
The people do some reading
While they're cheating death
It's like the west is sleeping
The desert will be creeping
Inch by inch
Across the continent
And the bones of country music
Lay there in the (?)
Beneath the towers of Nashville
In a black pool of regret
So we cast our nets in the water
Splash the pool and caught 'em
Grind 'em up and snort 'em
A-deep into the night
And spill some blood on the ashes
Of the bones of the Jones and the Cash'es
Girls in false eyelashes
Ghost riders in the sky
The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone
The Hank bone's connected to the Buck bone
The Hag bone's connected to the Jones bone
The Willie bone's connected to the Billy (?) bone
Pickin' the flesh off the bone
The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone
The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone
