Pick Up the Bones

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 Grandmother's gone
 Here's some legs in a pile
 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 the kitchen once stood
 There are ribs in the fireplace
 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 smoke 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 cursed ground
 Cuz the breath of the death
 Is the only sound