VERSE 1:
The slack bone
In the slack bag
The slack soul
Needs a hard pack
I'll keep it in my head
Tight and tough
Honed and sharp
The Plasticine's
Now a tiger's fang
Disagree or just dissipate
You will be lucky to fade
CHORUS:
Dead and buried
For I burnt it
The sticks, ash, worries
When I was rawboned
VERSE 2:
A cursed glance
Shadows, ghosts and pricks
Three of a kind
I know what it is
That's why I hiss
So tight and tough
Honed and sharp
The Plasticine's
Now a tiger's fang
Disagree or just dissipate
You will be lucky to fade
CHORUS:
Dead and buried
For I burnt it
The sticks, ash, worries
When I was rawboned
BRIDGE
CHORUS:
Dead and buried
For I burnt it
The sticks, ash, worries
When I was rawboned