Collecting pieces of my family
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In an old pillow case
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This one has a skull
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But it don't have a face
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These look like the arms of father so strong
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And the ring on this finger
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Means my Grandma is gone
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Here's some legs in a cloud
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Where my sister once played
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Here's some mud made of blood
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And these teeth are decayed
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The ear of my brother
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The hand of a friend
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And I just can't
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Put them back together again
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Pick up the bones
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And set them on fire
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Follow the smoke going higher and higher
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Pick up the bones
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And wish them goodnight
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Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
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There are stains on the floor
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Where kitchen once stood
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There are ribs on the fire place
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Mixed with the wood
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There are forces in the air
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Ghosts in the wind
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Some bullets in the back
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And some scars on the skin
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There were demons with guns
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Who marched through this place
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Killing everything that breathed
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They're an inhuman race
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There are holes in the walls
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Bloody hair on the bricks
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And the smell of this hell
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Is making me sick
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Pick up the bones
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And set them on fire
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Follow the smoke going higher and higher
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Pick up the bones
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And wish them goodnight
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Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
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Pick up the bones
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And set them on fire
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Follow the scope going higher and higher
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Pick up the bones
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And wish them goodnight
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Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
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Now maybe someday
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The suns gonna shine
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Flowers will bloom
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And all will be fine
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But nothing will grow
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On this burnt cursive ground
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Cuz the breathe of the death
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Is the only sound
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Pick Up The Bones
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| Alice Cooper |
