Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case
This one has a skull, but it don't have a face
These look like the arms of my father so strong
And the ring on this finger means my grandmother's gone..
Here's some legs in a cloud, where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother – The hand of a friend
And I just can't put them back together again
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer -and turn out the light!
There are stains on the floor where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fireplace mixed with the wood
There are forces in the air – Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back and some scars on the skin
There were demons with guns, who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed they're an inhuman race
There are holes in the walls -Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell is making me sick
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light..
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope – going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light!
Now maybe someday -the suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom -and all will be fine
But nothing will grow On this burnt cursed ground
'Cuz the breathe of the death Is-the-only-sound…
This one has a skull, but it don't have a face
These look like the arms of my father so strong
And the ring on this finger means my grandmother's gone..
Here's some legs in a cloud, where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother – The hand of a friend
And I just can't put them back together again
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer -and turn out the light!
There are stains on the floor where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fireplace mixed with the wood
There are forces in the air – Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back and some scars on the skin
There were demons with guns, who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed they're an inhuman race
There are holes in the walls -Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell is making me sick
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light..
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope – going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light!
Now maybe someday -the suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom -and all will be fine
But nothing will grow On this burnt cursed ground
'Cuz the breathe of the death Is-the-only-sound…
Contributed by giorgio - 2010/2/21 - 11:15
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