bag of bones, white as a ghost
i'm quiet like a funeral home
my calloused hands shaking like a gamblin' man's
when he knows,
and says "fuck it, i fold."

i was born, i was born of vampires, man
i was raised, i was raised by lions
born and raised this way,
with my teeth showing
my dirty hands,
bloody like a fighting man's

whenever i breathe in
you're breathing out
this will stick around somehow
but one day i'll lay your ghost down
and one day i'll leaving this ghost town

but i'll have always been
born with southern dust in my mouth

wicked as rose, as you hold my shaking hands
and say you'll never let go
see-through like a ghost
when you say you love me the most
but mary,
i know

i know that love is a shipwreck
against a sunset
something hard to forget,
but something that passes with time
the cards get dealt, man
that's the deal
life is short, and the ghosts are real
this ain't something
that you could just shake off

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Southern Dust song meanings
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