The Death of Country Music

My body is a temple
Safer than a prison
But I've done some demolition
I'm in a world gone wrong

The death of country music
Rattles 'round the planet
Light the flame and fan it
Deep into the night

Where the city casts its shadow
You leave the straight and narrow
Tomorrow and forever
Seems so far away

Where the dance floor's overcrowded
And the music's getting louder
The people do some breathing
While they're cheating death

Tonight the west is sleeping
The desert will be creeping
Inch by inch
Across the continent

And the bones of country music
Lay there in their casket
Beneath the towers of Nashville
In a black pool of neglect

So we cast our nets in the water
Drag the pool and caught 'em
Grind 'em up and snort 'em
A-deep into the night

And spill some blood on the ashes
Of the bones of the Jones and the Cashes
Skulls in false eyelashes
And ghost riders in the sky

The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone

The Hank bone's connected to the Buck bone
The Hag bone's connected to the Jones bone
The Willie bone's connected to the Billy Bones
Pickin' the flesh off the bone

The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone

The death of country music
The death of country music
The death of country music
Pickin' the flesh off the bone