Bones - Lincoln Durham

I seen an old fool in a graveyard

He was looking at an unmarked stone

He says, «As far as sins go

I’ve done all seven and then some

I’ve done everything that I shouldn’t

And nothing that I oughta

I’ve buried myself in six-foot of redemption»

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Well I seen the light

And I hid in the shadows that it casts

Every night my past burns up my head

I was a shell of a man, full of liquor, fear, and hate

I can’t say I wouldn’t have turned the stones into bread

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell

That I’m a sinful man

Moan

Moan

Moan

Moan

All of my days I’ve been throwing seeds in the choking thorns of the wicked

I had my pleasure of grace right before the fall

The older the sin, the longer the shadow

That’s something that I can attest

I sometimes wonder how Paul sthe deeds of Saul

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they rattle and they moan

Bones in my closet, they tattle and they tell

That I’m a sinful man

Moan

Moan

Moan

Moan