The Left Rights - Magic Bone lyrics
[The Left Rights - Magic Bone lyrics]
The old man lies prone all alone
In bed waiting to breathe his last breath
He's made his peace or so
It seems his body began to protest
One part chose not to depart this world yET
Death in his sights living for spite
Poor magic bone will go on and on
His finger will not let him die
Day after day tapping away
Skin like a burlap sack
Hoping to fade to black
Driven by an unworldly lust
Magic bone feeds on his dust
Replaying his life in his mind
He tries to see how he made the knuckle crack
No reason, no rhyme no deed
No crime to warrant the finger's attack
One part chose not to depart this world yET
Death in his eyes living for spite
That magic bone won't let him go
His finger will not let him die
Lying in wait robbed of his fate
Stuck for eternity pointing round aimlessly
Wanting to be six feet deep
The magic bone won't let him sleep
Let him sleep
Frozen awake in time and space
No-one can hear his appeal
For when he attempts to speak
His mind the finger presses up to his lips
Year after year can't disappear
Impossibly bored nail like a sword
No chance of suicide
Not while it lives inside
Trying to fight the magic joint
Knowing that there is no point
Is no point is no point, is no point, is
In bed waiting to breathe his last breath
He's made his peace or so
It seems his body began to protest
One part chose not to depart this world yET
Death in his sights living for spite
Poor magic bone will go on and on
His finger will not let him die
Day after day tapping away
Skin like a burlap sack
Hoping to fade to black
Driven by an unworldly lust
Magic bone feeds on his dust
Replaying his life in his mind
He tries to see how he made the knuckle crack
No reason, no rhyme no deed
No crime to warrant the finger's attack
One part chose not to depart this world yET
Death in his eyes living for spite
That magic bone won't let him go
His finger will not let him die
Lying in wait robbed of his fate
Stuck for eternity pointing round aimlessly
Wanting to be six feet deep
The magic bone won't let him sleep
Let him sleep
Frozen awake in time and space
No-one can hear his appeal
For when he attempts to speak
His mind the finger presses up to his lips
Year after year can't disappear
Impossibly bored nail like a sword
No chance of suicide
Not while it lives inside
Trying to fight the magic joint
Knowing that there is no point
Is no point is no point, is no point, is