Skeletal History

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 bloodshot hits to marrow
 The snake's eaten 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
 A rose breaks in my fingers
 Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took its toll
 Smoke crawls low along the ceilings
 And all is quiet
 But I keep listening
 They come to kill me
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 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
 You wish the sea would drown the freeway
 Instead, girls stare in dead-eyed wonder
 They can't walk for fallen soldiers
 Used by cops and 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 blessed, come on
 Who's layin' low, you said
 Weather veins no 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
 Godspeed
 God, love her
 Farewell, honey
 Yeah
 No mourning son'll move her
 No hellbent amen or hallelujah
 Prayers are for the dead left over
 The breached 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 surgeons' drills
 And blood shots
 Hit the marrow