Bone

Hands and toes; feet and head
carrion to be fed
and any dog can chew over my bone
All my wine's gonna turn into blood
When my name is called
I'm just a pile of bone
But when I'm gone
And I'm dead
What will be inside my head?
Bone
Fingernail, chest, and feet
carrion, good to eat
and any dog can chew over my bone
All my wine's gonna turn into blood
When my gun is shot
I'm just a pile of bone
But when I'm gone
and I'm dead
What will be inside my head?
Will all my stitches be unsewn?
If Heaven is a place I know
I won't be taking my bones
Bone
If Heaven is a place I know
I won't be taking my bones
Will all my stitches be unsewn?
And when I'm gone
and I'm dead
What will be inside my head?
Bone