Skeletal History Lyrics
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