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Willard Grant Conspiracy - Skeleton Lyrics

Skeleton

There’s a big bird flying low
Across the open plain
There’s a big wheel turning round
Where I left your name

We could turn this car around
Admit to a mistake
Find another road
But they all look the same

All I want to do
All I want to do
Is rise
All I want to do
Is put clothes on the skeleton

It’s no good just standing there
The door is kicked
The lock is blown
Half of everything is gone
From half of everything I own

There;s an element of truth
in all that’s said and done
when there’s nothing left to lose
like new clothes for a skeleton