Bone

Bone, bone Bone, bone Hands and toes, feet and head Carrion to be fed Any dog can chew over my bone And all my wine's gonna turn into blood When my name is called I'm just a pile of bone But when I'm gone And I'm dead What will be inside my head? Bone, bone Bone, bone Fingernail, chest and feet Carrion good to eat Any dog can chew over my bone And all my wine's gonna turn into blood When my gun is shot I'm just a pile of bone When I'm gone And I'm dead What will be inside my head? Will all my stitches be unsewn? If heaven is a place I know I won't be taking my bones Bone, bone Bone, bone Bone, bone Bone, bone If heaven is a place I know I won't be taking my bones Will all my stitches be unsewn? And when I'm gone And I'm dead What will be inside my head? Bone, bone Bone, bone Bone, bone Bone, bone