i'm a picture of no flesh, only bones / as we're stripping off my skin to run it up the pole / and salute the breeze that ripples the sheath / of the skeleton that's trembling on the ground beneath
take me to the boneyard, baby
im maine or marcus.
i'm a picture of no flesh, only bones / as we're stripping off my skin to run it up the pole / and salute the breeze that ripples the sheath / of the skeleton that's trembling on the ground beneath