The church bells, they were ringin'
The clouds were low and brown
The horses they were neighin'
The day Robert Palins shot me down
He rode into town on a jet-black mare
Spat and hitcher her to a tree
He made his way to the town saloon
The day Robert Palins murdered me
It was also the night that the skeletons came to life
They came from under the ground
And from all over
Palins grabbed the preacher's daughter
He aimed his shooter at my crown
He cocked that crooked hammer back
And he brought that hammer down
The bones are the skeletons' money
In our world, bones equal dollars
That’s why they’re coming out tonight
To get their bones from you.
The skeletons will pull your hair
Up, but not out.
All they want is another chance at life
They’ve never seen so much food as this
Underground there’s half as much food as this
And the worms are their money
The bones are their dollars
The bullet ripped inside my chest
The clouds, they did storm
My sweet Marie, she cried for me
And then I was no more
And it was also the night that the skeletons came to life!
The bones are their money
So are the worms
They pull your hair up, but not out!
To turn into a man and have another chance at life
But if they pull it out they turn to bones....
He said he wanted something 'spooky'
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