Tilt your head back but don't sinking fast above the mast because this leaky ship is past its prime Here we go on the Wagon Ossified but not quite dried, our leather weather places My avian bones are weak hollow The milk I drank was just a prank from faces that I have not yet thanked
Hey Mr. Driver, where are you carting us to? all our dusty bones across the English countryside Hey there Mr. Driver, what is our Do you constellations or do you know this route by heart? Hey Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on your wagon Keep me from the for just one more day
Anything that you wanted to say, anything that you wanted to talk I hope you said it cuz your jaw don't work Anything that you to hear, anything that you wanted to listen to I hope you heard it cuz ears don't work anymore Anything that you see, anything that you wanted to look upon I hope you saw it cuz your eyes work anymore Any place that you to go, any place that you wanted to travel to I hope you cuz the Bone Wagon takes you home now
We've got our place in time and space unto the charnel we be delivered 'Til we can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor We can dance, we could dance, we dance, leave it all on the floor
Resting never forever, pay the price to board the Bone Wagon then we can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor We can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the
A price was paid for one way stay: A silver tongue and a worth living The countdown comes with funeral You get the thumbs up to leave planet Carefully steered to the This bag of bones through the heavens The Bone Rocket creaks as it for the peaks As the darkness Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was, "Take seat so we can complete what you can't repeat" And all he was, "Buckle up, we're blasting off and this could get rough" And all he said was, "Take this time to reflect on your crimes and the that you burned"
The stars all stream like laser Dearly departed from the land of the With vapor of memories All shimmering in the of history The timelessness is As we the rings of Saturn As Pluto nears the of years Hides behind your mind, then Charon softly,
And all he said was "Watch your step: you can't with two left feet You're on your own with sticks and cuz what you cast will come back home Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you sowed when you your soul down a black hole
collide as the Wagon rides As Charon guides, our approach solid Our journey as we descend Delivered to the hall of souls are rent from marrow spent Time to retire these bones so The Bone returns again To the of men, no rest for Charon
And here we goes, the end of the road...the road the name of nobody knows Out past the point of no return you'll meet the fate that you have You can't outrun the Wagon. In the hot, hot sun my bones rattle on the Bone Wagon!