Brittle bones you stand alone
Tie off your shoes and warm your
toes Start the aim but no one's
there And the sun is going down
down down
Broken piece your aiming sweeps
Shake the night til the
morning's light Stamp the sound
to the ground And the waves
finally way weather here
made the
here Down the body here is
finally gone somehow And the
world is spinning round round
round
Straight to the bottle you're
falling down And it all goes down
Wade better has found a lazy way
down your throat Oh the barkers
now are kindly calling out And
the sun is going down down and
down