Lazy Bones
Lazy bones strewn around the room
There will be no flame to consume
The unspeakable carnage they wrought

All done up, posed on the bed
It went to my head when you said
I had never looked better than that

Lazy bones
Lazy bones
Lazy bones
Lazy bones

Pulled apart and bleached by the sun
It's never much fun when you come
To conclusions to late
As the rainwater drips through
The steel drainage grate
And the fruits of your labors
All rot on your plate
You're left with sticks and stones