Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dem Bones, artist - Creature Feature. Album song American Gothic, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 23.12.2015
Record label: Villains & Vaudevillians
Song language: English
Dem Bones |
| Please don’t be alarmed |
| I got the heart of a child |
| It’s actually one of many |
| That I’ve slowly compiled |
| You have looks to die for |
| And a brain to match |
| I promise to remove it all |
| Without a scratch |
| Dem Bones! |
| Lest we forget |
| About your ravishing eyes |
| I’d love to see them both |
| Immaculately excised! |
| Now whatcha got hiding |
| Under all that meat? |
| I don’t believe |
| That beauty’s only skin deep |
| We all amass ghosts of our past |
| I display mine under glass |
| Perfection is fleeting |
| Commence the bleeding |
| And now I must propose |
| We Dig Dem Bones! |
| I bid you welcome, my guest |
| I have something to get off my chest |
| I am a fan of some degree of curiosities |
| Now now! |
| Don’t you fret |
| I have a spot for all of my guests |
| On the mantel or the bookcase |
| I can always make some space |
| All the beauty of out days |
| A shame its got to wither away |
| You’ll live on, rest assured |
| And forever be preserved |
| From here on in |
| You shall never age |
| Formaldahyde |
| Will keep those effects at bay |
| A piece of my collection |
| Always on display |
| An object to admire |
| Like a lost monet |
| Everybody shuns their skeleton |
| And hides it from all the fun |
| Elbow grease and soap |
| Will remove your pulp |
| And it will polish like a stone |
| When I scrub Dem Bones! |
| I bid you welcome, my guest |
| I have something to get off my chest |
| I am a fan of some degree of curiosities |
| Now now! |
| Don’t you fret |
| I have a spot for all of my guests |
| On the mantel or the bookcase |
| I can always make some space |
| All the beauty of out days |
| A shame its got to wither away |
| You’ll live on, rest assured |
| And forever be preserved |
| Well is there something wrong with me? |
| I prefer my friends deceased |
| Disassembled and put on display |
| Deep inside the hallowed halls |
| Your bones will decorate the walls |
| Safe from inevitable decay |
| You’ll soon agree that life is better |
| Without all that pesky leather |
| Skin is overrated, can’t you see? |
| Would you prefer to rot and mold? |
| In a grave that’s damp and cold |
| Or join my esteemed menagerie |
| Or you could choose to just grow old |
| Journey into the unknown |
| Spend your last breath all alone |
| Death waiting to lash out |
| Or will you become history |
| Or a sight for all to see |
| You must believe when I decree |
| Its what’s inside that counts |
| We all amass ghosts of our past |
| I display mine under glass |
| Perfection is fleeting |
| Commence the bleeding |
| And now I must propose |
| We Dig Dem Bones! |
| Bones! |
| Bones! |
| Bones! |
| Scrub Dem Bones! |