The Bones in the Ground (demo) Songtext
von Robyn Hitchcock

Bones In The Ground take one (rolling)

Oh Vera, my sweet
I would offer you some meat
In exchange for a good loaf of wax
I would smear it on you
And on all your apples, too
If I thought it would help you relax

But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
And the bones in the ground are all fine
And the bones in the air, well they haven′t got a care
And the bones in the air are all mine


Oh, shiny Maureen
Won't you tell me where you′ve been
And I'll work out where you should be now
In a cluster of apes
That do rub themselves with grapes
You'll be tied to the back of a cow

But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
And the bones in the ground are all fine
When the bones in the wind, Lord have mercy, how they grinned
When the bones in the wind are all mine

Oh Paula Lorraine
Won′t you comment on my sprain
And I′ll shave you in some cozy church
I don't care what you′re called
I just want to shave you bald
And I'll know that I′ve finished my search

But the bones in the ground, well they never make a sound
And the bones in the ground are all fine
And the bones in the air, well they sing a rattling air
And the bones in the air are all mine