Mr. Bones is a gritty, soul-stirring anthem that tells the tale of a shadowy figure from the past. With a blend of dark folk, rap, and rock undertones, the song explores themes of loss, resilience, and the inevitability of fate. The lyrics paint vivid imagery of a traveler haunted by memories from a...
Who knew time could tell
Things I tell myself
Packing up my bones
Briefcase for my soul
These days on the road
Please don't text my phone
It's nights we forget
We thinkin' bout most
Lately I've been thinkin'
We ain't gonna make it
Got me up and drinkin'
Lookin' at the deep end
Your energy
Tainted
Memories
Fading
How could you blame it
On this life you chose
Smoke all my sins away
Drink till I dicapate
Give me your burdens
My shoulders
Will lift the weight
Smoke all my sins away
Drink till I dicapate
Until my limits fade
I'll just be stuck in place
Fly to
Sharingain eyes
I choose
Infinite life
Fly to
Sharingain eyes
I choose
Infinite life
Memories resurface
Feel 'em eat my nervous
Hennessy for burdens
Setting free my purpose
I know your shackles
Are built by the gravel
Drop anchor
In my shallow soul
Smoke all my sins away
Drink till I dicapate
Give me your burdens
My shoulders
Will lift the weight
Smoke all my sins away
Drink till I dicapate
Until my limits fade
I'll just be stuck in place
Mr. Bones was written by Michael Booker Boston.
Mr. Bones was produced by Alec “A.G.” Silver.