Celebrate the skeleton
Pull out your hair.
Pull out your hair.
Puke up all your sentiments.
Please don't stare.
Please don't stare.
The owl lost his voice within
He's full of shit.
He's full of shit.
We'll clip his wings and try again.
The vultures spit.
The vultures spit.
This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.
Set the bar below your head.
And tax your dreams.
And tax your dreams.
Wrap the bar around your neck.
Hang from your seams.
Hang from your seams.
Feed the leech and nurse her grief.
Now starve your friends.
Now starve your friends.
Eat the owl, salute the thief.
We'll love again.
We'll love again.
This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the year of the skeleton.
This is the poem at the end that is in Russian:
Celebrate the skeleton Pull out your hair. Pull out your hair. Puke up all your sentiments. Please don't stare. Please don't stare.
The owl lost his voice within He's full of shit. He's full of shit. We'll clip his wings and try again. The vultures spit. The vultures spit.
This is the year of the skeleton. This is the year of the skeleton.
Set the bar below your head. And tax your dreams. And tax your dreams. Wrap the bar around your neck. Hang from your seams. Hang from your seams.
Feed the leech and nurse her grief. Now starve your friends. Now starve your friends. Eat the owl, salute the thief. We'll love again. We'll love again.
This is the year of the skeleton. This is the year of the skeleton.
ive been wanting to know what was said there FOREVER.
ive been wanting to know what was said there FOREVER.