Mark Lanegan - Skeletal HistoryLyrics

Oh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell My skeleton won't tell Why some like moths draw To a surgeon's drill And blood shot hits to marrow The snake's eating through her clothes and Her charms that won me over DeGama breached this lofty reach Balboa left his bones upon the beach Left there to bleach Rose breaks in my fingers Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll Smoke crawls low along the ceilings And all is quiet But I keep listening Come to kill me Oh, she just left, you missed her Go on home, the sex theater is closed Cracked mouth too dry to drink At least the sand is cold Wish the sea would drown the freeway Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder They can't walk with fallen soldiers Used by cops who fucked inside abandoned boarding houses Go on fast before the beast catches the bastard Draggin' the chain down, down, down Who'll say it Tell me No one else is here, come on Nothin' to believe is to be blissed, come on Who's layin' low, you said Whether veins, the bones to be Good or bad, the death of me Just make it quietly Oh, who knows my sister Can't anyone admit the fact that they infected her She said the sun was gonna burn and blister My blood God speed God Love her Farewell, honey Yeah No morning sun'll move her No help in amen or hallelujah Prayers are for the dead left over The breach never to reach that sandy beach Poor baby girl's gone under To each their own grave buried in Underneath abandoned boarding houses Sidewalks and streets Sidewalks and streets Though my skeleton won't tell Some could see Why moths draw to surgeon's drills And blood shots Hit the marrow