Tilt your head back but don't We're sinking fast above the mast because this leaky ship is past its Here we go on the Bone but not quite dried, our leather faces weather places My bones are weak they're hollow The milk I drank was just a prank from blank faces that I not yet thanked
Hey Mr. Driver, where are you carting 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 on your wagon me from the vultures for just one more day
Anything that you wanted to say, anything that you wanted to talk I you said it cuz your jaw don't work anymore Anything that you wanted to hear, that you wanted to listen to I hope you heard it cuz your don't work anymore Anything you wanted see, anything that you wanted to look upon I hope you saw it cuz your 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 you home now
We've got our in time and space unto 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 dance, leave it all on the floor
Resting never until forever, pay the to board the Bone Wagon 'Til then we can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the We can dance, we dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor
A was paid for this one way stay: A tongue and a life worth living The countdown with funeral drums You get the thumbs up to leave this Carefully to the atmosphere This bag of bones tears through the The Rocket creaks as it lurches for the peaks As the darkness nears Charon softly,
And all he said was, "Take your seat so we can complete 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 all stream like laser beams Dearly departed from the of the living vapor trails of memories All shimmering in the wake of The is meaningless As we surpass the rings of As Pluto nears the of years Hides your mind, then Charon whispers 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 you cast will come back home Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you sowed you sold your soul down a black hole
Bones collide as the Wagon As Charon guides, our approach solid Our journey as we descend Delivered to the of Hades Where souls are from marrow spent Time to these bones 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 which knows Out past the point of no return meet the fate that you have earned You can't the Bone Wagon. In the hot, hot sun my bones rattle on the Bone Wagon!