【Verse • Bones】 Colder than the snow, stuck to telegraph road Shitty like the people from the place we call home Midwest scum, whole yard full of mud Deers hangin' in the garage, pavement covered in dried up blood Just trying it out Born with the hate, now just trying it out A regular guest, now we riding it out Say what you want, but we 'bout what we 'bout No lying around Scrapping the meadow, we silent now Winter come down, now we hide it out Lying about You're killing the game, you said that your whole shit is lame
【Hook • Bones】 We will be here till the reaper Cross over the field just to see us And even when that go I'm sitting right back up to open my eyes and I see you We will be here till the reaper Cross over the field just to see us And even when that go I'm sitting right back up to open my eyes and I see you
【Post-Hook • Bones】 We're in a beautiful place And we don't want to see your face No, we don't like your taste So walk the fuck out of the way We're in a beautiful place And we don't want to see your face No, we don't like your taste So walk the fuck out of the way
【Outro • Bones】 We will be right here until the reaper comes and pays us a visit We will be right here until the reaper comes and pays us a visit