Innocent Bones Songtext
von Iron & Wine
Innocent Bones Songtext
Cain got a milk-eyed mule from the auction, Abel got a telephone
And even the last of their blue-eyed babies know
That the burning man is the color of the end of day
And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say
Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window, Abel bought a bag of weed
And even the last of their brown-eyed babies see
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart (oh)
There ain′t a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar (oh)
How every mouth sings of what it's without, so we all sing of love (oh)
And how it ain′t one dog who's good at fuckin' and denying who he′s thinkin′ of (oh)
Ooh
Ooh
Cain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop, Abel heard his papa pray
And even the last of the black-eyed babies say
That every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sell (oh)
That the wind blows cold across the back of the master and the kitchen help (oh)
There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall (oh)
And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all (oh-oh-oh-oh)
How God knows if Christ came back, he would find us in a poker game (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
After finding out the drugs were all free, but they won′t let you out the door again
Ooh
Ooh
And even the last of their blue-eyed babies know
That the burning man is the color of the end of day
And how every tongue that gets bit always has another word to say
Cain bought a blade from some witch at the window, Abel bought a bag of weed
And even the last of their brown-eyed babies see
That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart (oh)
There ain′t a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar (oh)
How every mouth sings of what it's without, so we all sing of love (oh)
And how it ain′t one dog who's good at fuckin' and denying who he′s thinkin′ of (oh)
Ooh
Ooh
Cain heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop, Abel heard his papa pray
And even the last of the black-eyed babies say
That every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sell (oh)
That the wind blows cold across the back of the master and the kitchen help (oh)
There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall (oh)
And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all (oh-oh-oh-oh)
How God knows if Christ came back, he would find us in a poker game (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
After finding out the drugs were all free, but they won′t let you out the door again
Ooh
Ooh
Writer(s): Samuel Ervin Beam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com