In the Bone Pile Songtext
von Rob Zombie
In the Bone Pile Songtext
Well, I was born with a knife in my hand
Jet pimp monster turned into a man
Well, I was born with snakes on my head
"I don′t give a shit", is what I said
Well, I was born with blackened eyes
What I hate ain't no surprise
Well, I was born to love a screen
A succubus on Halloween
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
Well, I was born a rotten freak
Slicking back a widow′s peak
Well, I was born to take you down
I don't ever fuck around
Well, I was born into the light
A demon warp on Friday night
Well, I was born to make you crawl
Give it up and lose it all
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
Come on
Come on
Come on
Well, I was born a broken head
Ten feet high until I'm dead
Well, I was born on Hullabaloo
Mind control is what I do
Well, I was born to go insane
Scratching at my bleeding brain
Well, I was born to sell my soul
Trashed it all for rock and roll
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
It′s really marvelous
You know, it′s just
Figured out guess if you wanna think it's nasty to sexy, you could
But to me it′s just...
Jet pimp monster turned into a man
Well, I was born with snakes on my head
"I don′t give a shit", is what I said
Well, I was born with blackened eyes
What I hate ain't no surprise
Well, I was born to love a screen
A succubus on Halloween
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
Well, I was born a rotten freak
Slicking back a widow′s peak
Well, I was born to take you down
I don't ever fuck around
Well, I was born into the light
A demon warp on Friday night
Well, I was born to make you crawl
Give it up and lose it all
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
Come on
Come on
Come on
Well, I was born a broken head
Ten feet high until I'm dead
Well, I was born on Hullabaloo
Mind control is what I do
Well, I was born to go insane
Scratching at my bleeding brain
Well, I was born to sell my soul
Trashed it all for rock and roll
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
In the bone pile is where I wait for you
It′s really marvelous
You know, it′s just
Figured out guess if you wanna think it's nasty to sexy, you could
But to me it′s just...
Writer(s): Rob Zombie, John Lowery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com