Tilt your head but don't swallow We're sinking fast above the mast because leaky ship is past its prime we go on the Bone Wagon Ossified but not quite dried, our faces weather places My avian bones are they're hollow The milk I drank was a prank from blank faces that I have not yet thanked
Hey there Mr. Driver, are you carting us to? Lugging all our dusty across the English countryside Hey Mr. Driver, what is our destination? Do you constellations or do you know this route by heart? Hey there Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on your Keep me from the for just one more day
Anything that you wanted to say, anything that you to talk about I you said it cuz your jaw don't work anymore Anything that you wanted to hear, that you wanted to listen to I you heard it cuz your ears don't work anymore Anything that you wanted see, anything that you wanted to look I hope you saw it cuz your 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 Wagon 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 dance, leave it all on the floor We can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the
Resting never forever, pay the price to board the Bone Wagon 'Til 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 tongue and a life worth living The countdown comes with drums You get the thumbs up to leave this Carefully steered to the bag of bones tears through the heavens The Bone Rocket creaks as it for the peaks As the darkness nears Charon 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 was, "Take this time to reflect on your crimes and the worms that you burned"
The stars all stream like beams Dearly departed the land of the living With vapor trails of All shimmering in the of history The is meaningless As we the rings of Saturn As Pluto nears the of years Hides behind mind, then Charon whispers softly,
And all he said was "Watch your step: you can't compete 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 what you sowed when you sold your soul down a black hole
Bones collide as the Wagon As Charon guides, our vector's solid Our journey as we descend Delivered to the hall of Where souls are rent from spent to retire these bones so weary The Wagon returns again 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 rattle on the Bone Wagon!