(Name is actually "Skeletons")
We walk around
Pretend we don't see
The sickening joke
Played out on we
Have just a few years of juiced-plump skin
Then it slides off;
Back to the skeleton
Back to the dust
See the walking skeletons
We're not the living
We're the dying
Looking sicker everyday
After the second decade
Rotting on the vine is not glamourous
But it will be contagious
I'll spoil the home
If I've got to go
Back to the bone
First your face cracks. Then
Your hair colour doesn't last
You try to hide in fat
(That's just a skeleton gift-wrapped.)
You've got an arsenal of creams
Fighting dehydrating
If you think you can win
Maybe you should squint;
Back to the skeleton
I'm falling from the sky
But on my way down
I'm grabbing all life
I'm not going alone
I'll burn the seas, and level some trees
I'll take a species
Back to the ground
Not going alone;
Back to the bone