Poor Skeleton Steps Out Songtext / Lyric

POOR SKELETON STEPS OUT


Poor skeleton steps out,
Dressed up in bad blood, bad brains,
bad thoughts, and other deeds.
Poor skeleton no doubt
One of these days you can cast aside
your human, be free

When the cities run with blood
And you drink our health in mud
"All flesh is gone".
Save your dry and joyous shouts
For the day poor skeleton steps out.

Poor skeleton steps out
Sprung from his life sentence deep inside some muscle mask.
Poor skeleton devout
Propping up truckdrivers, filmstars,
thieves or queens, your brave task.

When technology is rust
And you write your book in dust
"All flesh be gone".
Can't buy tickets from a tout
For the day poor skeleton steps out.

Poor skeleton steps out
Liberated from sex organs and brown, black, white skin.
Poor skeleton you lout,
Don't you think we might like to have been asked to join in?

For good skeletons are we
And we're dying to be free
"All flesh be gone".
I will scream or sulk and pout
Until my poor skeleton steps out.
(Andy Partridge)