Bag of Bones
I ain't got no where
I ain't go no where to be no more
I keep walking and walking
And still I ain't seen nothing good on the road
You know ain't no other girl
That can kiss an open wound like I do
But I'd rather be the hunter baby
Than be hunted by you

You're the bad seed in me
The only thing that I need
I'm a bad as mutha fucka
I'm you... you're me
Ohh, the singing nights
That interrupt your sleep
You can go around and around
Cos, ahh!
You belong to me

Say, there ain't no turning back
We're fallin' angels dressed in black
From a thousand miles away
I'm the one you'll always taste on the tip of your tongue
All I carry is some loose change
And a bag full of my old lovers' bones
And I sing

La da dee
La da da
La da dee
La da ah
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