Текст песни Hitchcock Robyn - The Bones In The Ground
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Oh Vera my sweetI would offer you some meatIn exchange for a good loaf of waxI would smear it on youAnd on all your apples tooIf I thought it would help you relaxBut the bones in the groundWell they never make a soundAnd the bones in the ground are all fineAnd the bones in the airWell they haven`t got a careAnd the bones in the air are all mineOh shiny MaureenWon`t you tell me where you`ve beenAnd I`ll work out where you should be nowIn a cluster of apesThat do rub themselves with grapesYou`ll be tied to the back of a cowBut the bones in the groundWell they never make a soundAnd the bones in the ground are all fineAnd the bones in the windLord have mercy how they grinnedAnd the bones in the wind are all mineOh Paula-LorraineWon`t you comment on my sprainAnd I`ll shave you in some cozy churchI don`t care what you`re calledI just want to shave you baldAnd I`ll know that I`ve finished my searchBut the bones in the groundWell they never make a soundAnd the bones in the ground are all fineAnd the bones in the airWell they sing a rattling airAnd the bones in the air are all mine