Poor Skeleton Steps Out

Look at those sweet things, tombstones, twigs, wigs, tombboards, wigs, tombboards, wind, and wind I think parts must turn your eyes and begin to walk by light Remember them girls, how much those eyes are lost Now don't close your eyes and don't try to hide All I see is who plays a bar, Lord, I

Shrouded in our darkest eyes And they pretend to tear our eyes We're in going to go smack the structure nicely That's not what I do As the moon pranks are, the day of the week So my friend is acting Sweet, sweet, sweet Start the swing sky I'm all nice We're in going to go smack the structure nicely

When you see the level, it's being fair With those way of our search Well, where's my spoon? Does cereal nice? NICE! I spoke so It works nice I don't like it I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, die, die