Skeleton Lyrics

Skeleton

She was pregnant in May
Now they're on their way
Dashing thru the
snow
To St. John's, here we go

Well, it could be a boy
But it's
okay if he's a girl
Oh, these things that grow out of
The things that we
give

We should move to the west side
They still believe in
things
That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the
road
Step in a waltz of red moon-beams
Said he fit an APB,
A robbery
nearby

And he goes for his wallet
And they thought he was going for a
gun
And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday
cartoons
And aome girls listen to records all day in their rooms
But what
do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with
If a son's in a tree
building model planes?

Skeletons,
Skeletons.