On a cold, dead beach in San Antonio
Loveless lawn chairs lie listlessly
Looking through seashells
Into the ears of countless curious children

When you're a federal man
With municipal woman
The feet become dumb, deaf, blind, and loaded
When you've likened life
To a piece of string
Then you're ready to live

The brain is drained of blood
Sickly smells emerge
I'm a bag o' bones
Touching a dragon's scales

When you live inside the mind of an engineer
The head becomes faint, and you slowly can't hear
When you've likened death
To a parking lot
Then you're ready to die

Inside a wooden stone mountain
I erupt
Looking through seashells
Into the ears of countless curious children


Lyrics submitted by JFISHAUF

Bag-O-Bones song meanings
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