Sit down and I'll tell you a story
There's not much, not a great deal to know
About people not living a life of their own
They put all their faith in great buildings
They said they were constantly shocked and surprised
How reference points moved around
And then often their eyes became dark with dismay
As somebody else took their loved ones away
It was Christmas day
When Michael Fay gave his money away
And he just didn't have a lot to say
We'd all forgotten his birthday
Even so, leave him home
Michael's Dad, feeling oh so sad and alone
He says, "I'm, I'm alone but I feel as if Howers took me by the hand"
It was Christmas day
When Michael Fay gave his money away
And he just didn't have a lot to say
Compared to the people next door
So, please carry my bones
To a place I can call home
Yes, please carry my bones
To a place I can call home
A place to carry my bones
A place to call home when we're at the Speakeasy
Somewhere I could be alone
Shared visions of heaven are so hard to come by
Everything comes to you free
But you already own what would provides me
With artifacts based on the absence of reason
Style, style, my ass a mile
Where does it stop, precision welcome
While stop, whoa-whoa, and with two cents I got on me
The best thing to do just forget I'm alive
Please carry my bones
To a place I can call home
Yes, please carry my bones