Letra de Water over Bones
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I did it for the kicks and I payed good money too. I played fortune for a Texarcana farmboy in june. I was caught fishin lobster in the devils own pond, so I ran for the door and said "I was keepin it for him!", I said "Leave me alone! I don't need you..."
It was never what I hoped for, somehow everything's too slow. Broken bits and pieces lay scattered on the floor. An evacuated city could not offer me peace, a house full of madness could not cure my disease. Oh lord, wish I could fight it...
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
Itty bitty children have more questions than they know, sometimes I wish I'd grow young instead of old. All the mysteries of love are not what they're told - it just happens when it happens and then your lost in it - it's a labyrinth, ain't it? Come all young hussies and old ragged whores, tell me your stories and show me your scores. Did you find a medication to alleviate the pain of being a live-wire ...
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
Find me preacher, a punk, a politician. Serve onto them fine wines and oblivion. For eight silver coins and a kiss just to prove that it was never really yours - now you watch how they scewer it - it's just meat - and you're chewing it...
In a rotten little kingdom where kings and clows alike play tricks with mirrors and shine blinding lights, the flies and hyenas hold out the knife as we peacefully bow down and line up for miles come and get it, times up!
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
It was never what I hoped for, somehow everything's too slow. Broken bits and pieces lay scattered on the floor. An evacuated city could not offer me peace, a house full of madness could not cure my disease. Oh lord, wish I could fight it...
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
Itty bitty children have more questions than they know, sometimes I wish I'd grow young instead of old. All the mysteries of love are not what they're told - it just happens when it happens and then your lost in it - it's a labyrinth, ain't it? Come all young hussies and old ragged whores, tell me your stories and show me your scores. Did you find a medication to alleviate the pain of being a live-wire ...
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
Find me preacher, a punk, a politician. Serve onto them fine wines and oblivion. For eight silver coins and a kiss just to prove that it was never really yours - now you watch how they scewer it - it's just meat - and you're chewing it...
In a rotten little kingdom where kings and clows alike play tricks with mirrors and shine blinding lights, the flies and hyenas hold out the knife as we peacefully bow down and line up for miles come and get it, times up!
All my expectations run like water over bones. When I'm dead I hope they pour good whisky on the edge of my headstone. Them bones, still thirsty don't you know...
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