Skeletal History Lyrics by Mark Lanegan

Skeletal History Lyrics

    Ohhh, 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

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