His dreams gone, and all the smiles have faded They call him mask to kill the child who came in O-oah, o-oah, o-oah, o-oah O-oah, o-oah, o-oah, o-oah These hands beat red with this mercy killin' Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again These hands beat red with this mercy killin' Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again Oh! ♪ And now his words beg for same damn thing now I will return to someplace far behind now O-oah, o-oah, o-oah, o-oah Oh-oh-oh This arm has broken more china than you know These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go These are the syncopations of these weary bones, bones These hands beat red with this mercy killin' Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again and This time, this time, this time I walk these avenues to find The place where I can let these dreams and demons go-uh-oh And finally rest my weary bones Bones, bones, bones