Bones Video (MV)

You know you'll disappear beneath a plastic heap behind the corner store
The store where you had bought that shirt so long ago
A plain and crusty thing but it had lot's of soul
And that is everybody's goal
We're aiming low
Yeah, we're aiming low

You know they couldn't fit you in a bowl
A bowling alley or a big ass lecture hall
You're hauling me away, I'm not your seed to sow
The lowest of the low like little, brittle bones

Your bones, your bones, your bones, your bones, your bones

Right in the middle like a centerfold
You're folding over laughing, you have lost control
Down under the grass everythings dead and cold
No one will come digging, we're not made of gold

So strap your boots on we are going home
No matter what direction we'll end up in Rome
Roaming like two buffalo's on endless plains
But we'll fade away
We're not styrofoam
We're just bones, we're bones, we're bones, we're bones

Sometimes I wish we were plastic
A colorful pile in a casket
It's the only way to outlast this
But we're mold and we're dirt and that's all there is
And when we catch fire we wont sparkle
There's no happy ending or miracle
And the marks we are leaving are barcodes
But we got our rocks and we got our bones

Our bones, our bones, our bones, our bones, our bones,