Skeletal History - Mark Lanegan

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 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

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