BONES

Mike bought a blade from some witch at the window Cheryl bought a bag of weed And even the last of the brown-eyed babies see That the cartoon king has a tattoo of a bleeding heart There ain't a penthouse Christian wants the pain of the scab, but they all want the scar How every mouth sings of what it's without so we all sing of love And how it ain't one dog who's good at fucking and denying who he's thinking of Mike heard a cat tumble limp off the rooftop Cheryl heard her papa pray And even the last of the black-eyed babies say That every saint has a chair you can borrow and a church to sell That the wind blows cold across the back of the master and the kitchen help There's a big pile of innocent bones still holding up the garden wall And it was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all How God knows if Christ came back he would find us in a poker game After finding out the drugs were all free but they won't let you out the door again Mike in the courthouse coming down from methadone Cheryl in the corner shakin like a bag a bones.