Tilt your head back but don't We're fast above the mast because this leaky ship is past its prime Here we go on the Bone Ossified but not quite dried, our leather faces places My avian bones are weak hollow The milk I drank was just a prank from blank faces I have not yet thanked
Hey there Mr. Driver, are you carting us to? Lugging all our dusty bones the English countryside Hey Mr. Driver, what is our destination? Do you follow constellations or do you know this route by Hey Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on your wagon Keep me from the vultures for just one day
Anything that you wanted to say, anything that you wanted to about I you said it cuz your jaw don't work anymore Anything that you wanted to hear, anything you wanted to listen to I hope you heard it cuz your ears don't work Anything you wanted see, anything that you wanted to look upon I you saw it cuz your eyes don't work anymore Any that you wanted to go, any place that you wanted to travel to I hope you went cuz the Bone Wagon takes you now
We've got our place in time and space unto the charnel house we be 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, 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, it all on the floor
A was paid for this one way stay: A silver and a life worth living The comes with funeral drums You get the up to leave this planet Carefully steered to the This bag of bones tears through the The Bone creaks as it lurches for the peaks As the nears Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was, "Take seat so we can complete what you can't repeat" And all he said was, "Buckle up, we're blasting off and could get rough" And all he said was, "Take this time to reflect on crimes and the worms that you burned"
The stars all like laser beams departed from the land of the living With trails of memories All in the wake of history The timelessness is As we surpass the of Saturn As nears the light of years Hides behind your mind, Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was "Watch your step: you can't compete with two feet You're on own with sticks and stones cuz what you cast will come back home Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you sowed when you sold soul down a black hole
Bones collide as the Wagon As Charon guides, our vector's solid Our ends as we descend to the hall of Hades Where souls are rent from marrow Time to retire these bones so The Bone Wagon returns To the land of men, no for Charon
And here we goes, the end of the road...the road the name of nobody knows Out past the of no return you'll meet the fate that you have earned You can't outrun the Bone Wagon. In the hot, hot sun my bones on the Bone Wagon!