The Bones In The Ground Lyrics - Hitchcock Robyn

Oh Vera my sweet 

I would offer you some meat 

In exchange for a good loaf of wax 

I would smear it on you 

And on all your apples too 

If I thought it would help you relax 

But the bones in the ground 

Well they never make a sound 

And the bones in the ground are all fine 

And the bones in the air 

Well they haven't got a care 

And the bones in the air are all mine 

Oh shiny Maureen 

Won't you tell me where you've been 

And I'll work out where you should be now 

In a cluster of apes 

That do rub themselves with grapes 

You'll be tied to the back of a cow 

But the bones in the ground 

Well they never make a sound 

And the bones in the ground are all fine 

And the bones in the wind 

Lord have mercy how they grinned 

And the bones in the wind are all mine 

Oh Paula-Lorraine 

Won't you comment on my sprain 

And I'll shave you in some cozy church 

I don't care what you're called 

I just want to shave you bald 

And I'll know that I've finished my search 

But the bones in the ground 

Well they never make a sound 

And the bones in the ground are all fine 

And the bones in the air 

Well they sing a rattling air 

And the bones in the air are all mine