Them Bones

I believe them bones are me
Some say we're born into the grave

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones

Dust rise right on over my time
Empty fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones

Toll due bad dreams come true
I lie dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them...
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them...
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones


tekstschrijver: Jerry Cantrell
componist: Jerry Cantrell
Taal: Engels
Sfeer: Pulsing; Strong; Bleak; Menacing; Ominous; Anguished/Distraught; Brooding; Gloomy; Druggy; Visceral; Volatile; Angry; Angst-Ridden; Brash; Confrontational; Nihilistic; Hostile
Stijl: Heavy Metal; Alternative Metal; Hard Rock; Alternative Pop/Rock; Alternative/Indie Rock; Grunge
Thema: Death