I touch the skin on my face Feeling through to the bones No matter how many yards of flesh cover you Underneath it's all the same Break them Forsake them Make them a temple Or a mess of unrest May I find a place To rest these tired weary bones? Drink up that milk Need all the calcium you can get You'll be sorry when they start to break down And your left a pile of deflated rubber Laying on the bathroom floor Can't get up Can't sit down Can't dance Can't walk Can't even move Bless all these tiny bones The frame of our lives
