Rotting Bones is a first hand account of a pitiful, cheating ne'er do well trying to determine what to do with the rest of his miserable, drunken life.
lyrics
Rotting Bones
My stomach's filled with rum,
Heart with regrets,
I stagger to the liquor store,
For beer and cigarettes.
There's lust on my mouth,
Sweat on my skin.
The boys call me Romeo,
My wife won't let me in.
I'm headed to the tracks,
Where I can think and sit,
The tops of all the boxcars
are covered in birdshit.
I expect I'll spread my wings,
See what's left to see,
They've always said I could
but I have never been free.
Oh who I'm trying to fool?
I will never be free.
I pissed on everybody,
Ever gave a damn for me.
The best thing I can do,
Is hop this next freight train,
Let 'em curse my rotting bones
Until they forget my name.
Let 'em curse my rotting bones
Until they forget my name.
My name, my name.
credits
from Meet The Vesuvians!,
released August 28, 2015
Howard vocals, Pressman and Howard guitars, Kokkinakis bass, drums Bragg
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