| Was it something I said | |
| That bruised or broke your fragile skin, my friend? | |
| But how could I | |
| Have known the dead would be so sensitive? | |
| The cretin king has risen from the shallow dirt we buried him | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you’re casting at me | |
| So sad, with every throw your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you’ve got a lot to say | |
| It’s such a shame that no one’s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they’ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Was it something I did | |
| That summoned up the living dead again | |
| To criticize | |
| Is so remiss of walking skeletons | |
| The cretin king has risen, built a monument to fools again | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you casted at me | |
| So sad, such a sad, sad song, with every throw | |
| your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you’ve got a lot to say | |
| It’s such a shame that no one’s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they’ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Why you insist upon keeping one foot out the grave, I’ll never know | |
| It’s lonely in death, but just think of the breath that you’ll save | |
| It gets old | |
| For a skeleton, you’ve got a lot to say | |
| It’s such a shame that no one’s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they’ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? |
| Was it something I said | |
| That bruised or broke your fragile skin, my friend? | |
| But how could I | |
| Have known the dead would be so sensitive? | |
| The cretin king has risen from the shallow dirt we buried him | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you' re casting at me | |
| So sad, with every throw your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Was it something I did | |
| That summoned up the living dead again | |
| To criticize | |
| Is so remiss of walking skeletons | |
| The cretin king has risen, built a monument to fools again | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you casted at me | |
| So sad, such a sad, sad song, with every throw | |
| your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Why you insist upon keeping one foot out the grave, I' ll never know | |
| It' s lonely in death, but just think of the breath that you' ll save | |
| It gets old | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? |
| Was it something I said | |
| That bruised or broke your fragile skin, my friend? | |
| But how could I | |
| Have known the dead would be so sensitive? | |
| The cretin king has risen from the shallow dirt we buried him | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you' re casting at me | |
| So sad, with every throw your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Was it something I did | |
| That summoned up the living dead again | |
| To criticize | |
| Is so remiss of walking skeletons | |
| The cretin king has risen, built a monument to fools again | |
| To save us from bereavement for his warm beloved temperament | |
| Come down, give up the stones you casted at me | |
| So sad, such a sad, sad song, with every throw | |
| your bones heard cracking | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? | |
| Why you insist upon keeping one foot out the grave, I' ll never know | |
| It' s lonely in death, but just think of the breath that you' ll save | |
| It gets old | |
| For a skeleton, you' ve got a lot to say | |
| It' s such a shame that no one' s listening | |
| I think your skeletons, they' ve got a lot to say | |
| Now what made you think it means shit to me? |
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