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I sailed my way around
The cloudy storm of God
With my addiction to the sky
And I found comfort
When I'm talking to myself
I want another day to die
I heard the lonesome whistle
I heard the night bird sing
The coldest breath from the darkest friend
And I know what he brings
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
He's a stone-cold killer here to take me home
No one know where the cold wind blow
It's from the mouth of
Mr. Rattle-Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
I'm out of luck; I'm out of time
Stretched out and fucked, I'm on the line
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Stone-cold killer gonna send me home
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Some might take their chances
For the reaper to pass by
I don't know that dance
I want, I want another day to die
I loaded up the twelve gauge
I was barricaded in
He walked right through the fucking wall
Said, "Let the games begin
I am Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
I'm out of luck; I'm out of time
Stretched out and fucked, I'm on the line
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Stone-cold killer gonna send me home
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Some might take their chances
For the reaper to pass by
I don't know that dance
I want, I want another day to die
I loaded up the twelve gauge
I was barricaded in
He walked right through the fucking wall
Said, "Let the games begin
I am Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
I'm a stone-cold killer here to take you home
No voodoo child, no loaded gun
Gonna stop Mr. Shakin'-Bones from his fun"
I'm out of luck, I'm out of time
Stretched out and fucked, I'm on the line
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Stone-cold killer gonna send me home
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'
Shake, shake, shake
Some might take their chances
For the reaper to pass by
I don't know that dance
I want, I want another day to die
Some may look to reason
When they catch his eye
In the killing season
No voodoo child, no loaded gun
Gonna stop Mr. Shakin'-Bones from his fun"
I'm out of luck, I'm out of time
Stretched out and fucked, I'm on the line
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'-Bones
Stone-cold killer gonna send me home
Here come Mr. Rattle-Shakin'
Shake, shake, shake
Some might take their chances
For the reaper to pass by
I don't know that dance
I want, I want another day to die
Some may look to reason
When they catch his eye
In the killing season
I want another day to die
I beg your pardon, Mr. Bones
And ask the question: "Why?"
There's still some things I need to do
I want another day to die...
There's a shitload I've got left to do
I want another day to die...
So, when you do your daily count
And count your bodies high
I beg your pardon, Mr. Dead
Count on me another day to die
Don't stop me now
Oh, I'm much too high
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
Another day to die
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
I beg your pardon, Mr. Bones
And ask the question: "Why?"
There's still some things I need to do
I want another day to die...
There's a shitload I've got left to do
I want another day to die...
So, when you do your daily count
And count your bodies high
I beg your pardon, Mr. Dead
Count on me another day to die
Don't stop me now
Oh, I'm much too high
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
Another day to die
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
Another day to die
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
I sailed my way around
The cloudy storm of God
With my addiction to the sky
And I found comfort
When I'm talking to myself
I want another day to die
Hey, hey, hey, another day to die
I sailed my way around
The cloudy storm of God
With my addiction to the sky
And I found comfort
When I'm talking to myself
I want another day to die
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