Prison Bones - Matt the Electrician

On the outskirts of Cotati

In the middle of the night

We got a thirty year-old bottle

Got our drinking feet on the throttle

If we finish this before two,

We gotta go downtown to the little corner store

Across from the eight ball

And then Christa said,

«This is how they play

In county lock-down

'bout a mile outside of my old hometown»

Prison bones

'Cause nothing else matters

The rattle and the clatter

Oh, coming from the bone-yard in the middle of the kitchen table

We’re all young and able

To tunnel outta here

If it wasn’t for the whiskey and the beer

And the prison bones

It’s an old man’s game

It’s a parlor trick

It’s holding me together

Think I’m feelin' sick, sick, sick

I wanna see a movie

I wanna race stock cars

I need to see the Grand Canyon

Well this game has got me behind bars

Prison bones

'Cause nothing else matters

The rattle and clatter

Oh, coming from the bone-yard in the middle of the kitchen table

All young and able

To tunnel outta here

If it wasn’t for the whiskey and the beer

And the prison bones

Prison bones

Prison bones

Prison bones

(for the live version of the song, repeat the first half of the song)