Skeletal History

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell My skeleton won't tell Why some, like moths, draw To the surgeon's drill And bloodshot hits to marrow The snake's eaten through her clothes And her charms have won me over Da Gama breached this lofty reach Balboa left his bones upon the beach Left there to bleach A rose breaks in my fingers Pulling nickels through the stem too much has took a toll Smoke crawls low along the ceilings And all is quiet, but I keep listening They come to kill me [Verse 2] Oh, she just left, you missed her Go on home The sex theater is closed Crack mouth too dry to drink At least the sand is cold You wish the sea would drown the freeway Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder They can't walk for fallen soldiers Used by cops And fucked inside abandoned boardinghouses Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard Dragging a chain down, down, down Who'll say it, tell me? No one else is here, c'mon Nothing to believe is to be blessed, c'mon The wolf's laying low, you said Weathervanes and bones to be Good or bad, the death of me Just make it quietly Oh, who knows my sister? Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her? She said the sun was gonna burn and blister My blood Godspeed God Love her Farewell, honey Yeah No mourning son'll move her No hellbent amen or hallelujah Prayers are for the dead left over The breached never to reach that sandy beach Poor baby girl's gone under To each their own grave buried in Underneath abandoned boardinghouses Sidewalks and streets Sidewalks and streets [Coda] Though my skeleton won't tell Some could see Why moths draw to surgeons' drills And blood shots hit the marrow