Tilt head back but don't swallow We're sinking fast above the mast because this leaky is past its prime we go on the Bone Wagon Ossified but not quite dried, our leather faces weather My avian bones are weak hollow The milk I drank was just a prank from faces that I have not yet thanked
Hey there Mr. Driver, where are you us to? Lugging all our dusty across the English countryside Hey there Mr. Driver, is our destination? Do you follow constellations or do you know this route by Hey there Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on wagon me from the vultures for just one more day
Anything that you wanted to say, anything you wanted to talk about I hope you said it cuz your jaw work anymore Anything that you wanted to hear, anything that you wanted to to I hope you heard it cuz your ears work anymore Anything that you wanted see, that you wanted to look upon I you saw it cuz your eyes don't work anymore Any place that you wanted to go, any that you wanted to travel to I hope you went cuz the Bone takes you home now
We've got our place in time and space the charnel house we be delivered 'Til then we can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the We can dance, we could dance, we should dance, it all on the floor
Resting never until forever, pay the price to board the Bone 'Til then we can dance, we 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 for this one way stay: A silver tongue and a worth living The countdown with funeral drums You get the thumbs up to leave planet steered to the atmosphere This bag of bones tears the heavens The Bone creaks as it lurches for the peaks As the darkness Charon whispers softly,
And all he was, "Take your seat so we can complete what you can't repeat" And all he said was, "Buckle up, blasting off and this could get rough" And all he said was, "Take time to reflect on your crimes and the worms that you burned"
The stars all stream laser beams departed from the land of the living With trails of memories All shimmering in the of history The timelessness is As we surpass the rings of As Pluto nears the light of behind your mind, then Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was "Watch your step: you can't with two left feet on your own with sticks and stones cuz what you cast will come back home Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you when you sold your soul down a black hole
Bones collide as the Wagon As Charon guides, our approach solid Our ends as we descend to the hall of Hades Where souls are from marrow spent Time to retire bones so weary 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 which knows Out past the point of no return meet the fate that you have earned You outrun the Bone Wagon. In the hot, hot sun my bones rattle on the Bone Wagon!