Pick Up The Bones [5:14] - Brutal Planet, 2000
	Collecting pieces of my family
	In an old pillow case
	This one has a skull

	But it don't have a face
	These look like the arms of father so strong
	And the ring on this finger

	Means my Grandma is gone
	Here's some legs in a cloud
	Where my sister once played

	Here's some mud made of blood
	And these teeth are decayed
	The ear of my brother

	The hand of a friend
	And I just can't
	Put them back together again

	Pick up the bones
	And set them on fire
	Follow the smoke going higher and higher
	Pick up the bones
	And wish them goodnight
	Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

	There are stains on the floor
	Where kitchen once stood
	There are ribs on the fire place
	Mixed with the wood

	There are forces in the air
	Ghosts in the wind
	Some bullets in the back
	And some scars on the skin

	There were demons with guns
	Who marched through this place
	Killing everything that breathed
	They're an inhuman race

	There are holes in the walls
	Bloody hair on the bricks
	And the smell of this hell
	Is making me sick

	Pick up the bones
	And set them on fire
	Follow the smoke going higher and higher
	Pick up the bones
	And wish them goodnight
	Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

	Pick up the bones
	And set them on fire
	Follow the scope going higher and higher
	Pick up the bones
	And wish them goodnight
	Pray them a prayer and turn out the light

	Now maybe someday
	The suns gonna shine
	Flowers will bloom
	And all will be fine

	But nothing will grow
	On this burnt cursive ground
	Cuz the breathe of the death
	Is the only sound


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