my high priestess folded neatly back in your box oh lord called the song he sang so sweetly back in your box oh lord found myself astride a tiger lifting my head just like you said drown me now in down of eider get me to bed oh lord lay my bones in cobblestones lay my bones in neat little rows lay my bones in cobblestones lay my bones in neat little rows angels and idols spiraling wild winding your necks oh lord landed gentry ride up behind me winding your necks oh lord smokey progress backroom sages let me back in pull back the pin cause now i follow sawn up pages can t read the text oh no in the house where they grew up there were secrets and the saints that the eyes that would give anything to the would picture the counting your fingers waiting for the focus of your eyes oh no don t play fingers fingers are for pointing at the sky oh no don t play fingers fingers are for pointing at the sky yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da lay my bones in cobblestones yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da lay my bones in neat little rows yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da lay my bones in cobblestones yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da yah da da da da da da da lay my bones in neat little rows