Bag O'bones

Looking back over your chosen path

Every race that you have run

Every regret and piece of ass you hit

Your rather sorry bag of bones

Son of a, son of a

There was no getting over

Some of us, some of us

Got a silver spoon

Son of a, son of a

Take the things really easy

None of us, none of us

Gonna heal your wound

Look at you now

The sun it's going down

Watch as you fall

Now you're all just a bag of bones

Hunched on top with the fruits of your crops

A wooden nickel for your pain

Every step by the book, still a company crook

A worthless trip down memory lane

Son of a, son of a

There was no getting over

Some of us, some of us

Got a silver spoon

Son of a, son of a

Take the things really easy

None of us, none of us

Gonna heal your wound

Look at you now

The sun it's going down

Watch as you fall

Now you're all just a bag of bones

Son of a, son of a

There was no getting over

Some of us, some of us

Got a silver spoon

Son of a, son of a

Take the things really easy

None of us, none of us

Gonna heal your wound

Look at you now

The sun it's going down

Watch as you fall

Now you're all just a bag of bones

Now you're all just a bag of bones

Now you're all just a bag of bones

You may be rich, but you're a son of a bitch