Tilt your back but don't swallow We're sinking fast above the mast because this leaky ship is past its Here we go on the Wagon Ossified but not quite dried, our faces weather places My bones are weak they're hollow The milk I drank was a prank from blank faces that I have not yet thanked
Hey Mr. Driver, where are you carting us to? Lugging all our dusty bones the English countryside Hey there Mr. Driver, what is our Do you follow constellations or do you this route by heart? Hey there Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on wagon Keep me from the vultures for just one day
Anything that you wanted to say, that you wanted to talk about I hope you said it cuz your jaw don't work Anything you wanted to hear, anything that you wanted to listen to I hope you heard it cuz ears don't work anymore that you wanted see, anything 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 place you wanted to travel to I hope you cuz the Bone Wagon takes you home now
We've got our in time and space unto the charnel house we be delivered '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
Resting never until forever, pay the price to board the Bone '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
A price was for this one way stay: A silver tongue and a life worth The countdown comes with funeral You get the thumbs up to leave planet steered to the atmosphere This bag of tears through the heavens The Bone Rocket creaks as it for the peaks As the nears Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was, "Take your so we can complete what you can't repeat" And all he said was, "Buckle up, we're blasting off and this get rough" And all he said was, "Take this time to reflect on your crimes and the worms you burned"
The stars all stream like laser Dearly from the land of the living With trails of memories All in the wake of history The is meaningless As we surpass the rings of As nears the light of years Hides behind your mind, then Charon softly,
And all he said was "Watch your step: you can't compete with two feet You're on your own with sticks and stones cuz what you cast will back home Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you sowed when you sold your soul a black hole
Bones collide as the Wagon As guides, our approach vector's solid Our journey as we descend Delivered to the of Hades Where souls are from marrow spent Time to retire these so weary The Bone Wagon 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 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!