Bones to Your Bones

I’ve done things for which
they put you away in stone,
and feed bones to your bones
under the door (yea),
and I’ve betrayed a few folks,
and been betrayed and
I know the noose is the
rope I gave (yea),

I like to think I’m pretty
quick, pretty smart,
but I also know that
no matter what (yea),
how sharp my wit or
slick my tongue,
I’m still an idiot
most of the time (yea),

The state of the union is
where you rest your bum
against the fence
to face the day (yea),
and in that cold comfort
take your stand, and
you’re still an idiot
most of the time (yea),

Looking through the wrong
end of the glass at
what I thought was a
universe of ants (yea),
I wasted my life
like everybody else,
I’ve dug a few of their
holes myself (yea),

Bones to your bones (burn it to the ground!),
Stones to the stones (burn it to the ground!),
Bones to your bones (dug a few myself),
Stones to the stones (dug a few myself),

You done a few things
could put you away in stone,
They feed bones to your bones
under the door (yea),
You’ve betrayed a few folks,
and been betrayed and
you know the noose is the
rope you gave (yea),

It’s easier to bomb and burn
and tear them all down,
than to paint and plan and
build shit from scratch (yea),
So there you are cheering,
‘Burn it to the ground!’
cause you’re still an idiot
most of the time (yea),

We’re all one-acts for
our own entertainment,
where the audience
is rapt and recreating (yea),
haloed by smoke rings and
vile exclamations,
our mirrors showing cracks
and venerated aging (yea),

That funny-sad bluesy
ax-man prisoner,
hunched in dark halls, and
always still whistling (yea),
tunes bright as a Phoenix ,
always still cleaning,
mopping tracks and prints
that’s me (yea),

Bones to your bones (burn it to the ground!),
Stones to the stones (burn it to the ground!),
Bones to your bones (dug a few myself),
Stones to the stones (dug a few myself),

I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),

We all done things,
they put you ‘way in stone,
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
and feed bones to your bones,
under the door (yea),
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
that funny-sad,
bluesy ax-man prisoner,
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
hunched in dark halls, and
always still whistling (yea),
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
is me (yea),
is me (yea) ,
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait),
that’s me (yea),
that idiot is me (yea),
I-D-E-O-E-O-E-T (wait).