Throw Your Bones Away

Tin can
Old shoe
Dirty leather boot
Money problems
Black banana
Rotten fruit
I've got stink lines
Yeah I got stink lines
You can smell em
You can smell em
Smell em, stink lines

The end is coming
Don't mean a fucking thing to me

Napkin, old receipt
The fish is crab meat
Two dead batteries
Cat fancy magazine
It's all just old trash
It's all just old trash
You can see it
You can see it
See it, old trash

It's always coming
Don't mean a fucking thing to me
The end is coming
Throw your fucking bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your throw your bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your bones away
Throw your throw your bones away



Credits
Writer(s): Roger Biersborn
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