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Little Bones

It gets so sticky down here
Better butter your cue finger up
It's the start of another new year
Better call the newspaper up

Two fifty for a hi-ball
And buck and a half for a beer
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

The long days of Shockley are gone
So is football Kennedy style
Famous last words were taken all wrong
Wind up on the very same pile

Two fifty for a decade
And a buck and a half for a year
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

I can cry, beg and whine
To every rebel I find
Just to give me a line
I could use to describe

They'd say
"Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones"
Baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones

So regal and decadent here
Coffin cheaters dance on their graves
Music, all it's delicate fear
Is the only thing that don't change

Two fifty for an eyeball
And a buck and a half for an ear
Happy hour, happy hour
Happy hour is here

Well, nothing's dead down here, just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired
Nothing's dead down here, it's just a little tired

Oh baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
Oh baby eat this chicken slow
It's full of all them little bones
Little bones, full of all them
Little bones

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