Take all the sentiments
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more.
Than for everything,
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides,
Grey skies, Let none survive.
Go.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world, Ohh
Of this perfect world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailors grave is all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep,
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
The serpent's teeth await our skin.
The serpent's teeth await...
Blood runs through,
Upon our worthless existence.
The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth,
Beneath our skin.
Whispering of silent vengeance.
Blood debts remain unpaid.
Now every breath of life
Has been betrayed.
Every ideal
Has rusted through.
Nothing we hold brings solace,
Feed us to the sharks.
So let nothing remain,
Feed us to the sea.
To be buried,
Beneath the waves.
A sailors grave it's all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep.
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood,
In the water.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect fucking world.
Of a cold blooded cynic
So believe me when I say,
I would love nothing more.
Than for everything,
To end unpleasantly
Concrete shoes, rising tides,
Grey skies, Let none survive.
Go.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect world, Ohh
Of this perfect world.
Oh, to be buried beneath the waves,
A sailors grave is all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep,
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
The serpent's teeth await our skin.
The serpent's teeth await...
Blood runs through,
Upon our worthless existence.
The Devil's teeth (the Devil's teeth),
The Devil's teeth,
Beneath our skin.
Whispering of silent vengeance.
Blood debts remain unpaid.
Now every breath of life
Has been betrayed.
Every ideal
Has rusted through.
Nothing we hold brings solace,
Feed us to the sharks.
So let nothing remain,
Feed us to the sea.
To be buried,
Beneath the waves.
A sailors grave it's all I crave.
Bury me (bury me),
5000 fathoms deep.
And leave my bones,
For the depths.
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood in the water,
(Sinking, always, sinking).
There's blood,
In the water.
I would rather see your face in Hell
Than speak another word
Of this perfect fucking world.
Lyrics submitted by lets_rape_don_vito
Boneyards Lyrics as written by Jeffrey Cleve Ling Ben Michael Gordon
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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p.s. no one gives a shit about your faggy opinion "wheres the gold".
faggot.
"I would rather see your face in hell than speak another word of this perfect fucking world."
Its obviously about evil people and people say the world is all good and stuff but deep down its actually evil.
"I would rather see your face in hell than speak another word of this perfect fucking world."
Its obviously about evil people and people say the world is all good and stuff but deep down its actually evil.
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If I'm right, he's sick of everyone taking taking taking from the world, and never giving back. The "sailor's grave" and other references to death are just the wish that all of that would just end. Kill 'em all, haha. I think he uses a bit of reference to karma, "don't say I didn't warn you", "blood debts remain unpaid".
Kind of saying that we've fucked this world up, so now this world is going to fuck us up. Tsunami waves. Hurricanes. Those that survive and remain afloat would be shark food.
Truthfully, these sort of things are actually happening. Hurricane Katrina, Tsunami in India, etc.
Maybe Winston was looking back at those incidents and basically saying "Yeah, you deserved it".
this.
song.
that is all.
Fucking perfection.
They kick ass live and sound ace too.
Can't wait for them to come down again.
This song is about a surf spot down near my hometown called Boneyards... the parkway lads must've surfed there a fair bit since their fucking awesome bodyboarders. Sweet as to have my hometown represented by such an awesome band and an awesome track. i rate it.
mad song.. even better band :D