Bones from The Vibe by Mighty Brother

Bones, bones, bones
Bones, bones, bones
Bones, bones, bones
Bones, bones

So you want to see some proof
The river has the truth of it
The horse was at his heels
Must’ve put the fear of god in him
Said “where’d you get them shoes, boy?
Ain’t you heard the news, boy?
The rivers on the rise.
(What you say we put some fear inside those sun-maid eyes)
I see you need a friend.
You’ll sink before you swim, I warrant.”

N-n-n-n-n no no l-let me stop you right before you start!
Ain’t nobody got your interest at heart.
G-g-g-greed and gluttony is everybody I know.
It’s just the gingerbread that’s rotting your

Bones! Bones, bones
Bones, bones,

Now let’s get one thing straight
There’s too much on my plate of late.
The pig was at his heels
Must’ve seen the devil in his rearview mirror.
Said “Could you spare some change, boy?
Don’t you find it strange, boy?
There ain’t nowhere to hide.”
(What you say we put some fear inside those sun-maid eyes)
I could see that he was lost.
I ferried him across, that’s all.

N-n-n-n-n no no l-let me stop you right before you start!
Ain’t nobody got your interest at heart.
G-g-g-greed and gluttony is everybody I know.
It’s just the gingerbread that’s rotting your

Bones!
No! It’s just the gingerbread that’s rotting your
Bones!
No! It’s just the gingerbread that’s rotting your.

Well you said you want the tale!
Won’t you get it off your chest?
Feel like no one’s got my back.
Now it’s coming to the head!
Won’t you stop and read my lips.
No, I smell it on your breath.

quarter gone, half gone, nearly gone, nearly (run as fast I can)
quarter gone, half gone, nearly gone
I'm gone!

N-n-n-n-now it seems the truth is tearing you apart
Ain’t nobody got your interest at heart.
N-n-n-no there ain’t no morals, if you ain’t got your own
Still the gingerbread keeps rotting our

Bones.

• Alternative
• folk rock
• fusion
• indie
• New Orleans