Dem Bones

Please don't be alarmed
I've got the heart of a child
It's actually one of many
That I've slowly compiled (Dig dem bones!)
You have looks to die for
And a brain to match
I promise to remove it all
Without a scratch (Dig dem bones!)
Lest we forget
About your ravishing eyes
I'd love to see them both
Immaculately excised (Dig dem bones!)
Now whatcha got hiding
Under all that meat
I don't believe
That beauty's only skin deep (Dig dem bones!)
We all amass ghosts of our past
I display mine under glass
Perfection is fleeting commence the bleeding
And now I must propose we dig dem bones!
I bid you welcome my guest
I have something to get off my chest
I'm a fan of some degree
Of curiosities (Bones!)
Now now don't you fret
I have a spot for all of my guests
On the mantel or the bookcase
I can always make some space (Bones!)
All the beauty of our days
A shame it's got to wither away
You'll live on rest assured
And forever be preserved
From here on in you shall never age
Formaldehyde will keep those effects at bay (Scrub dem bones!)
A piece of my collection always on display
An object to admire like a lost Monet (Scrub dem bones!)
Everybody shuns their skeleton
And hides it from all the fun
Elbow grease and soap will remove your pulp
And it will polish like a stone
When I scrub dem bones!
I bid you welcome my guest
I have something to get off my chest
I'm a fan of some degree
Of curiosities (Bones!)
Now now don't you fret
I have a spot for all of my guests
On the mantel or the bookcase
I can always make some space (Bones!)
All the beauty of our days
A shame it's got to wither away
You'll live on rest assured
And forever be preserved
Well is there something wrong with me?
I prefer my friends deceased
Disassembled and put on display
Deep inside these hallowed halls
Your bones will decorate the walls
Safe from inevitable decay
You'll soon agree that life is better
Without all that pesky leather
Skin is overrated can't you see?
Would you prefer to rot and mold
In a grave that's damp and cold
Or join my esteemed menagerie?
Or you could choose to just grow old
Journey into the unknown
Spend your last breath all alone
Death waiting to lash out
Or will you become history
Or a sight for all to see?
You must believe when I decree
It's what's inside that counts! (Dig dem bones!)
We all amass ghosts of our past
I display mine under glass
Perfection is fleeting commence the bleeding
And now I must propose we dig dem bones!
(Bones!)
(Bones!)
(Bones!)
(Scrub dem bones!)
(Dig dem bones!)