(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