BEAT ON MY BONES

well i'm shooting off my mouth again

with cannon fire and half-baked grin

and i always forget that that molten lead's

gotta find a place to go

so where did my playthings land

with their creaky busted knees

all hacked up debris and

punkinhead pulling at my heart

and my dress

beat on my bones

let's make one big sound

make one good tone, i said

beat on my bones

let's make one big sound

one fat ugly moan and

beat on my bones

let's make one big sound

make one good tone, i said

beat on my bones

and i'll say ...

well you're humble and somehow that

makes me mad

it's nasty cheap comes in a

paper sack

with your patience your kindness your tempered lag

i'm all mouth and teeth and tongue

pretty pretty like a baby in the city

with fat dimpled knees as sweet as you please

said punkinhead pulling at my heart

and my dress