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Cake day: June 22nd, 2023


  • [Rhys Coiro]
    The church bells, they were ringin'
    The clouds were low and brown
    The horses they were neighin'
    The day Robert Palins shot me down
    He rode into town on a jet-black mare
    Spat and hitched her to a tree
    He made his way to the town saloon
    The day Robert Palins murdered me
    [Tim Robinson]
    It was also the night that the skeletons came to life
    They came from under the ground
    And from all over
    Palins grabbed the preacher's daughter
    He aimed his shooter at my crown
    He cocked that crooked hammer back
    And he brought that hammer down
    The bones are the skeletons' money
    In our world, bones equal dollars
    That’s why they’re coming out tonight
    To get their bones from you
    The skeletons will pull your hair
    Up, but not out
    All they want is another chance at life
    They’ve never seen so much food as this
    Underground there’s half as much food as this
    And the worms are their money
    The bones are their dollars
    The bullet ripped inside my chest
    The clouds, they did storm
    My sweet Marie, she cried for me
    And then I was no more
    And it was also the night that the skeletons came to life
    The bones are their money
    So are the worms
    They pull your hair up, but not out
    To turn into a man and have another chance at life
    But if they pull it out they turn to bones