Walking Bones

‘Cause I’ve known throat-cutters and rapists
Who said they’re doing their best to save us
But they all saw me naked before the war
Yeah, I was born to a preacher
But I failed to deliver
Messages of hope in times of war
I get so tired
I get so tired
of all these walking bones
It makes me swim
It makes me win
But always feel alone
So bring your wooden babies
and all your wants and maybes
Bind them all up we won’t keep score
Roll out your candlelight and goodwill
Oh we’ll bite your hand and then kill
We’ll tear you all down and call it war
I get so tired
I get so tired
of all these walking bones
It makes me swim
It makes me win
But always feel alone