Broken Bones

Harder than concrete
Shattered like glass
One day you're invincible
The next one might not even pass

Broken bones, busted kneecaps
Broken bones, and open scars
You got no idea why we're wrong

I've got three popes in my bloodline
Some people really can't tell
The nuances of what you call an illusion
If you're rattling at the gates of hell

Broken bones, busted kneecaps
Broken bones, and open scars
You got no idea why we're wrong

She acts like she's never seen a picture of herself
And she is the one in need
I said Jesse Jones, the dire wolf wasn't a wolf
How could you beat me at being me?

Broken bones, busted kneecaps
Broken bones, and open scars
You got no idea why we're wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Lubo Ambrosius Andreassen, Nils Bendik Henningsen Kvissel, Fredrik Lerdahl, Ivar Grytten, Bjorn Olaf Vatzlavik
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