Pick Up The Bones

Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case

This one has a skull but it don't have a face

These look like the arms of father so strong

And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone



Here's some legs in a cloud where my sister once played

Here's some mud made of blood and these teeth are decayed

The ear of my brother, The hand of a friend

And I just can't put them back together again



Pick up the bones and set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight

Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light



There are stains on the floor where kitchen once stood

There are ribs on the fire place mixed with the wood

There are forces in the air, ghosts in the wind

Some bullets in the back and some scars on the skin



There were demons with guns who marched through this place

Killing everything that breathed, they're an inhuman race

There are holes in the walls, bloody hair on the bricks

And the smell of this hell is making me sick



Pick up the bones and set them on fire

Follow the smoke going higher and higher

Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight

Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light



Pick up the bones and set them on fire

Follow the scope going higher and higher

Pick up the bones and wish them goodnight

Pray 'em a prayer and turn out the light



Now maybe someday the suns gonna shine

Flowers will bloom and all will be fine

But nothing'll grow on this burnt cursed ground

'Cause the breathe of the death is the only sound