Clyde and the Milltailers - Folklore
Never once believed in all the stories from the woodsAll the witches and demons house that lived on one foot
Till the sickness stretched it's hands out from under the tree line
Oh no fires spread through town everyone's lost their mind
Still I wonder where do we all go
How many bones can the earth hold
Is it our grave or is it our home
Preachers house cast a larger shadow than mine
His pockets ring just a little bit louder than mine
He says we're all just waiting for the same ride
No first class no coach we all pay the same price
Still I wonder where do we all go
How many bones can the earth hold
Is it our grave or is it our home
Lantern washed the night from underneath of the trees
I can hear the drums from hell and all the dancing of the feet
What I saw there next made me reach for my knife
Made my eyes sink six feet through my skull
Took the body from my life
Still I wonder where do we all go
How many bones can the earth hold
Is it our grave or is it our home
Written by:
Steve Kilcrease
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