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