Lyrics Bones – Manson
Text:
People look at you still today 20 years later and they still have no idea what you’re about
Tell me in a sentence who you are
Nobody
I’m nobody
I’m a boxcar and a jug of wine
I got long hair like the Hanson brothers
But when I flip the switch, Charles Manson coming
That Marilyn Manson bumping
The switch is sweet and I’m gutting
That TeamSESH get to thumping
The whole block get to jumping
Now my gun’s enough
Too crack for young
Bones lurking in the night
Back, backing drugs
Never backing slugs
Only packing blades
I’m never lacking brains
Lay you on you back, and you pray
I don’t represent no state
I don’t represent no city
I don’t represent no area code
Fuck where you living
These girls say that I’m different
So these boys wanna fight
Better lock up your wife
Keep your daughter in your sight
It’s the try with the high
It’s the game with the flames
It’s the motherfucking team
Glass in the street
Rats in the hall
Need at least 7 digits
If you tryna get a call
Bitch like Lara Croft
Tomb Raider Glocks
Pull up to the spot
Catching waves in the yacht
Bowling on top
Tennis on the bottom
Mothers bringing champagne
Me, I’m doing notta
You keep the luring
You keep the product
Rather ride hand me downs
Whipping in Impalas
Dreaming bout Paris
Thinking bout my father
Better charge the camera
If you tryna catch the come up
Cash, money, change
Same one as Turk
Back in ’98
Young thuggin’ in the dirt
I’m putting in the hurt
She lifting up her skirt
She shining up my change
Then she taking off my shirt
It’s the try with the high
It’s the game with the flames
It’s the punks with the blunts
It’s the motherfucking team
Glass in the street
Rats in the hall
Need at least 7 digits
If you tryna get a call, bitch
Album
Bones – Bones - LivingLegend
