The Bones Songtext
von Rusty Shackle

Time to park the sideshow
Put your shoulder to the wheel
Follow me into no man′s land
With the hounds hard on our heels
Just a blue collar worker
With a penchant for working hard
And a strength to stoke the fire that leaves
A burned out calling card


Sometimes I think I'm Able
Sometimes I think I′m Cain
I can never decide if I'm Jekyll or Hyde
When I lose myself in shame
Well I know I'm not perfect
I′m trying the best I can
But the crows are ripping the flesh from the bones
Of all my best laid plans

Strip it back (back to where the roots were laid)
To the bones (bones of you and me were made)
Search for love (it′s all around us now)
The place we call home (it finds us all somehow)
Take this coin (I don't need it anymore)
Around my neck (it′s not what I'm here for)
Search for peace (it′s in the bones I bet)
I haven't found it yet (I haven′t found it yet)


There's a couple of voices inside my head
Wrestling for control
I just move on with a burning heart
And a fire to quench my soul
But the cold, cold hands are clutching at me
Fingers around my neck
I know there's something out there
I just haven′t found it yet