Mr. Rattlebone

(Call me Mr. Rattlebone) (Call me Mr. Rattlebone) (Call me Mr. Rattlebone) (Call me Mr. Rattlebone) You're like the calmest Slit to my neck Bring me in closer Spruce up my soul and you fill it with coal Then you douse it in lava Chained to my desk Beckoning nausea Desperately chosen from a crowd of one, and I, I Call me Mr. Rattlebone Holy Ghost who haunts your home They don't know you like I know Call me Mr. Rattlebone That's right, fuck all the drama I'll be your muse Now take what I offer Straight up the nose, down the throat It's a bearable bruise on your conscious But don't it feel good? Don't you feel calmer? I am the way and the life in the best looking truth Oh-oh-oh-oh Call me Mr. Rattlebone Holy Ghost who haunts your home They don't know you like I know Call me Mr. Rattlebone I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse I am the driver, I am the shadow, and I am the hearse