Mother Freud - Dry Bones Lyrics

Done it and gone, I hit the door
Put a hundred holes in 'em and ran
Yeah I took the load

They're on my tail, had to ditch my phone
Like Doc Brown said
Where you're goin', boy, you won't need roads
Won't you listen

If I hold my breath, and I keep my head
Might not be next on the list of dead

You'll stray the beaten path
To flee the reaper's wrath
To be the only one
You'd sell your soul

(A beautiful death for a hideous life)

Quartered and drawn, they slit my throat
Took me out in the desert, let the sun dry out my bones
Don't go lookin' for no headstone
And not one red cent 'cause I spent everything I stole
Won't you listen

If I hold my breath, and I keep my head
Might not be next for the kiss of death

You'll stray the beaten path
To flee the reaper's wrath
To be the only one
You'd sell your soul