| Poor skeleton steps out, dressed up in bad blood
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| Bad brains, bad thoughts and others deeds
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| Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these days
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| You can cast aside your human, be free
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| When the cities run with blood and you drink our health in mud
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| All flesh be gone, save your dry and joyous shout
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| For the day poor skeleton steps out
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| Step out, step out, step out, step out
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| Poor skeleton steps out, sprung from his life sentence
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| Deep inside some muscle mask
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| Poor skeleton devout, propping up truck drivers
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| Filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task
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| When technology is rust and you write your book in dust
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| All flesh be gone, can’t buy tickets from a tout
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| For the day poor skeleton steps out
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| Step out, step out, step out, step out
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| Poor skeleton steps out, liberated from sex organs
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| And brown, black, white skin
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| Poor skeleton, you lout, don’t you think
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| That we might like to have been asked to join in?
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| For good skeletons are we and we’re dying to be free
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| All flesh be gone, I will scream or sulk and pout
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| Until my poor skeleton steps out
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| Step out, step out, step out, step out
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| Skeleton steps out, step out, step out, step out, step out
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| Skeleton steps out, watch out, here comes bony boy
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| Step out, step out, step out, step out
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| Skeleton steps out, look out, here comes bony boy
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| Step out, step out, step out, step out, now, step out |