Lirik Lagu Pick Up The Bones - Alice Cooper
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Collecting pieces of my familyIn an old pillow caseThis one has a skull
But it don't have a faceThese look like the arms of father so strongAnd the ring on this finger
Means my Grandma is goneHere's some legs in a cloudWhere my sister once played
Here's some mud made of bloodAnd these teeth are decayedThe ear of my brother
The hand of a friendAnd I just can'tPut them back together again
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
There are stains on the floorWhere kitchen once stoodThere are ribs on the fire placeMixed with the wood
There are forces in the airGhosts in the windSome bullets in the backAnd some scars on the skin
There were demons with gunsWho marched through this placeKilling everything that breathedThey're an inhuman race
There are holes in the wallsBloody hair on the bricksAnd the smell of this hellIs making me sick
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the scope going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Now maybe somedayThe suns gonna shineFlowers will bloomAnd all will be fine
But nothing will growOn this burnt cursive groundCuz the breathe of the deathIs the only sound
But it don't have a faceThese look like the arms of father so strongAnd the ring on this finger
Means my Grandma is goneHere's some legs in a cloudWhere my sister once played
Here's some mud made of bloodAnd these teeth are decayedThe ear of my brother
The hand of a friendAnd I just can'tPut them back together again
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
There are stains on the floorWhere kitchen once stoodThere are ribs on the fire placeMixed with the wood
There are forces in the airGhosts in the windSome bullets in the backAnd some scars on the skin
There were demons with gunsWho marched through this placeKilling everything that breathedThey're an inhuman race
There are holes in the wallsBloody hair on the bricksAnd the smell of this hellIs making me sick
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the scope going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Now maybe somedayThe suns gonna shineFlowers will bloomAnd all will be fine
But nothing will growOn this burnt cursive groundCuz the breathe of the deathIs the only sound
