BONES

Pieces in the closet
Hanging
Slowly eaten

The deep voice of the king
Is coming down the hall
He's looking for his tie
Perfect little noose

Mother get the rose
The guest of mold is coming
The skin will soon be peeling
Your smelling salts will fail you

The baby's left the breast
It's tall as it will get
Mother don't look down
Your flesh and blood is crying

Good, good, woman
Don't let the neighbor knock
Do not let the king
Whistle the bones to dust

The box is for the bird
Still years are gonna fly
Where without a sky
Its skeleton would shock you

Hanging in a closet
Slowly eaten
How many coats
Before it sweats to death

Mother please shut up
Your baby's bones are speaking

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