In the city
Picking out a coffin for your pets and all their property
Is something you leave
For the big bad man, Big sad man
Who's baking your brains
Fell victim
To losing all his family
In the basement of a Denny's
'Cause one game of craps
Swayed this way and that way
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
Greasy finger
Running through your pockets
Gripping handfuls of your loneliness
To pair with the pain of a crippling depression
You saw on TV
Moving slowly
He gets up off the pavemеnt
Just in time to get a smile full of
Peelеd paint piping and a gasoline shower
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't fu*king me
Why would I be
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't fu*king me
Why would I be on
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't fu*king me
Why would I be
It wasn't me
It wasn't me
On Skeleton Ave
It wasn't me
It wasn't fu*king me
Why would I be on
He felt his skin pound on time with the drums
And the drums buried holes in his heart
Wheezing and coughing up red liquid love
'Cause the drums buried holes in his heart
Swaying and dancing he silently hums
As the drums buried holes in his heart
Yes he felt his skin pound on time with the drums
And the drums buried holes in his heart
The drums buried holes in his heart