paroles de chanson Bones - Emily Finchum

Sometimes they find whole skeletons
Dug up from down below
They put the bones where they don't fit
To make one of their own

They're so set on what they want
The bones aren't put where they belong
They go and put it on display
And say they're anything but wrong

You took the bones of a Tyrannosaurus Rex
And said that it was human
Now it's needlessly complex

The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you're so logical but you're barely making sense
You can't change what's set in stone
Or what's inside your head

They dig them up from ruins
From things of long ago
Then they take your words and bury them
Six feet down below
They're so set on what they think
They fail their archaeology
Instead, they're just hypocrites
Who don't make apologies

The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you're so logical but you're barely making sense
You can't change what's set in stone
Or what's inside your head

There's a fracture in my spine
You're wrong, victory is mine
There's a fracture in my spine
You're wrong, victory is mine

The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you're so logical but you're barely making sense
You can't change what's set in stone
Or what's inside your head

The world is a museum filled with meaningless exhibits
And every gallery and hall is bustling with idiots
You think you're so logical but you're barely making sense
You can't change what's set in stone
Or what's inside your head

There's a fracture in my spine
You're wrong, victory is mine
There's a fracture in my spine
You're wrong, victory is mine