Song 113: "Brittle Bones" - The Family Crest

Brittle bones, you stand alone
Tie off your shoes and warm your toes
Start the game, but no one's there
And the sun is going
Down, down, down

Broken beast, your angry shrieks
Shake the night, 'til the morning's light.
Stamp the sound, to the ground.
And the waves finally away; the weather here's moving on
Down, the body here is finally gone somehow
And the world is spinning round, round, round.
Straight to the bottle, you're falling now
And it all goes down!

And wait, the bitterness has found a lazy way down your throat
Oh, the barkers now are kindly calling out
And the sun is going
Down, down, and down