Poor Skeleton Steps Out

<br>Poor skeleton steps out, dressed up in bad blood, bad brains, bad<br>thoughts, and others deeds. Poor skeleton no doubt, one of these<br>days, you can cast aside your human, be free.<br> When the cities run with blood, and you drink our health in mud,<br>"All flesh be gone." Save your dry and joyous shout, for the day poor<br>skeleton steps out.<br> Poor skeleton steps out, sprung from his life sentence deep inside<br>some muscle mask. Poor skeleton devout, propping up truck drivers,<br>filmstars, thieves or queens, your brave task.<br> When technology is rust, and you write your book in dust, "All flesh<br>be gone." Can`t buy tickets from a tout, for the day poor skeleton<br>steps out.<br> Poor skeleton steps out, liberated from sex organs and brown, black,<br>white skin. Poor skeleton you lout, don`t you think that we might<br>like to have been asked to join in?<br> For good skeletons are we, and we`re dying to be free, "All flesh be<br>gone." I will scream or sulk and pout, until my poor skeleton steps<br>out.<br> Look out, here comes bony boy.