There are secrets in the soul of me Things I keep inside Places you will never see Hidden under lock and key Flesh and blood and skin and bone You're looking from the outside in All you'll see is what you're shown Flesh and blood and skin and bone It's par for the course it's a matter of fact People are all the same They want to make my business theirs Slandering my good name All around my neighbourhood People trying to say that I aint no good Pointing their finger at me and mine Look at whats hanging on my clothesline Flesh and blood and skin and bone whats mine is mine is mine alone Stand at the window on your tippy toes Blinds are down- skin and bone Ashes come to ashes Dust becomes to dust My scret soul will never die As my body surely must When I'm buried under the ground I'll still be here in kind Invisible and sinister The things I leave behind Flesh and bone and skin and blood Bury me deep beneath the mud When I die only thing thats gone Flesh and blood, skin and bone.