Your father made a fortune on the pain and torture Of the labor never payed to build the streets And as he lay there dyin', he pulled you to him cryin' He said, "My dear, their faces starin' back at me" And you said, "Father, whatever do you mean?"
He said, "There's bones under the road, I buried them deep, And I know, that when I go, they're waiting for me"
Your uneventful husband, he doesn’t know he does it But when you are talking, he looks at your feet You got your body sunlit, then the butler done it He said, “Ma’am I’m sorry but you know I’m weak” (weak, weak, weak yeah) And you said, “I thought we weren’t supposed to speak”
Because there’s bones under the road Buried for me Oh know, that when I’m old, bones I will be
You have a lovely daughter, you held her underwater But you wanted her dressed up to greet your guests They said “My dear you look pale, soaked wet and frail” She screamed, “Your face is made up to hide a mess… oh why don’t you just go on and confess.”
That there’s bones under the robe, you’re wearing for me Oh I know, that when I’m old, bones I will be
You know there's bones under the road I buried them deep And I know, that when I'm old, bones I will beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
