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Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, N.Y. (Bones) (2020 Remastered Version)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Will Wood and the Tapeworms
Leadgesang
Vater Boris
Vater Boris
Kontrabass
Dave English
Dave English
Schlagzeug
Tom Finch
Tom Finch
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Will Wood
Will Wood
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jon Maisto
Jon Maisto
Mischtechniker:in

Letra

To cut down on my silhouette My favorite foods are smoke and hearts My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts All nightmares start as dreams And I hear my subconscious screaming They say that beauty's just skin deep So naturally, please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? Lumps in throats and petticoats Your baby teeth would pray for you A selfish book is always open And some of the best liars only want the truth All love starts as a scheme So wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping They say that beauty's just skin deep So obviously please show me your Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again They say that beauty's just skin deep So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? Bones, bones, bones, i can see my bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If i come home, baby will you show me your bones? My bones, your bones Tell me you can see my bones My bones, your bones Tell me you can see them (A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips) (What comes in pizza?) (Mad as a hatter, thin as a dime) (Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels)
Writer(s): William Colligan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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