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Ohhh, an artery is not a vein
No history can tell
My skeleton won't tell
Why some like moths draw
To a surgeon's drill
And blood shot hits to marrow

The snake's eating through her clothes and
Her charms that won me over
DeGama breached this lofty reach
Balboa left his bones upon the beach
Left there to bleach

Rose breaks in my fingers
Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll
Smoke crawls low along the ceilings
And all is quiet
But I keep listening
Come to kill me

Oh, she just left, you missed her
Go on home, the sex theater is closed
Cracked mouth too dry to drink
At least the sand is cold
Wish the sea would drown the freeway

Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder
They can't walk with fallen soldiers
Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses
Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard
Draggin' the chain down, down, down
Who'll say it
Tell me
No one else is here, come on
Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on
Who's layin' low, you said
Whether veins, the bones to be
Good or bad, the death of me
Just make it quietly

Oh, who knows my sister
Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her
She said the sun was gonna burn and blister
My blood
God speed
God
Love her
Farewell, honey
Yeah

No morning sun'll move her
No help in amen or hallelujah
Prayers are for the dead left over
The breach never to reach that sandy beach
Poor baby girl's gone under
To each their own grave buried in
Underneath abandoned boarding houses
Sidewalks and streets
Sidewalks and streets

Though my skeleton won't tell
Some could see
Why moths draw to surgeon's drills
And blood shots
Hit the marrow
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Cover art for Skeletal History lyrics by Mark Lanegan

These are the official lyrics (there are a few small differences that change the meanings of some of the lines):

Oh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell My skeleton won't tell Why some Like moths, draw To the surgeon's drill And bloodshot hits to marrow

The snakes eaten through her clothes and Her charms have won me over DaGama breached this lofty reach Balboa left his bones upon the beach Left there to bleach

A rose breaks in my fingers Pulling nickels through the stem too much has took it's toll Smoke crawls low along the ceilings And all is quiet But I keep listening (they come to kill me)

oh she just left, you missed her go on home the sex theater is closed cracked mouth, too dry to drink at least the sand is cold you wish the sea would drown the freeway

instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder they can't walk for fallen soldiers used by cops and fucked inside abandoned boarding houses go on fast before the beast catches the bastard dragging a chain down, down, down

who'll say it no one else is here, come on nothing to believe is to be blessed, come on who's laying low, you said weathervanes, no bones to be good or bad the death of me just make it quietly

oh who knows my sister can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her she said the sun was gonna burn and blister my blood godspeed god love her farewell honey yeah

no mourning son'll move her no hellbent amen or hallelujah prayers are for the dead left over the breached never to reach that sandy beach poor baby girl's gone under to each their own grave buried in underneath abandoned boarding houses sidewalks and streets sidewalks and streets

though my skeleton won't tell some can see why moths draw to surgeons' drills and blood shots hit the marrow