| Well, hello again, friend!
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| I’m a skeleton
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| Returning from the dead
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| Determined to be relevant again
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| So, I’m following trends
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| From the Nether to the End
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| And I’ve…
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| Got a bone to pick with you, little human
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| Bone to pick with you, little human being
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| I’ve seen where you’ve been and I don’t like it
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| I’ve got a bow to shoot at you, little human
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| Bow to shoot at you, little human being
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| I know where you sleep
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| So, don’t make a peep
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| Close your eyes, don’t peek
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| Sweet dreams!
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| I’ve had my skull crunched thirteen times
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| Soil, where my brain is, a dirty mind
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| Full of naughty nursery rhymes
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| Poor me, pour me a drink 'cause I’m thirsty
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| Dry as a bone
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| 'Cause my throat’s exposed to the elements
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| I’m the result of an awful experiment
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| I’m a living skeleton
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| Devoid of any melanin or keratin
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| This specimen’s a miracle of medicine
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| Who will crush your skeleton to gelatin
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| So, that you’re resembling a jelly trembling
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| When you hear my bones rattle, feel the adrenaline
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| Levels in your medulla, rising like the theremin!
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| Bone to pick with you, little human
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| Bone to pick with you, little human being
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| I’ve seen where you’ve been and I don’t like it
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| I’ve got a bow to shoot at you, little human
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| Bow to shoot at you, little human being
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| I know where you sleep
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| So, don’t make a peep
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| Close your eyes, don’t peek
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| Sweet dreams!
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| Hello, Jack-o'-Lantern, how the hell have you been?
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| I haven’t seen you since Halloween
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| And that was pretty harrowing
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| I’m nothing but bone and marrow
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| I’m rocking a bow and arrow
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| Like some kind of low-fat Rambo
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| Don’t wear clothes, I go commando
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| Don’t wear pants, I’m butt-naked
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| But my butt is just grey
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| 'Cause ain’t no junk in this trunk
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| No wonder my butt’s aching
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| I can’t sit down, I can’t do any sun-bathing
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| It’s frustrating, I just wish the game was updated
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| All I want’s some muscles and a sun-tan, honey
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| But until I get 'em, killing you’s a fun plan, sonny
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| So, better start running when you hear my bones rattling
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| A rat-tat-tatting on your door before I bash it in!
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| I’ve got a bone to pick with you, little human
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| Bone to pick with you, little human being
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| I’ve seen where you’ve been and I don’t like it
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| I’ve got a bow to shoot at you, little human
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| Bow to shoot at you, little human being
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| I know where you sleep
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| So, don’t make a peep
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| Close your eyes, don’t peek
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| Sweet dreams!
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| Better stay in 'til the next day
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| I’m a walking X-ray
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| More malnourished than children
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| Drinking milk products from Nestlé
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| I’m burning up in the sun-beams
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| I should have put on my sun-cream
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| But I don’t have any skin to rub into
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| Or fingers to rub with, it’s something
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| That I’ve had to adapt to by standing in the lakes
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| Or hiding under my rusty iron helmet 'til it breaks
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| It’s a handicap I’m angry at
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| And now, I’m in a bad mood
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| So, I’m redirecting my frustration
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| Aim it at you!
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| Hello again, friend
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| I’m a skeleton
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| Returning from the dead
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| Determined to be relevant again
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| So, I’m following trends
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| From the Nether to the End
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| And I’ve…
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| Got a bone to pick with you, little human
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| Bone to pick with you, little human being
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| I’ve seen where you’ve been and I don’t like it
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| I’ve got a bow to shoot at you, little human
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| Bow to shoot at you, little human being
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| I know where you sleep
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| So, don’t make a peep
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| Close your eyes, don’t peek
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| Sweet dreams!
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| Ooh-ooh!
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| That’s a ghost sound, isn’t it? |
| Not a skeleton |