Creature Feature - Dem Bones lyrics

Please don't be alarmed I got the heart of a child It's actually one of many That I've slowly compiled You have looks to die for And a brain to match I promise to remove it all Without a scratch Dem Bones! Lest we forget About your ravishing eyes I'd love to see them both Immaculately excised! Now whatcha got hiding Under all that meat? I don't believe That beauty's only skin deep We all ama** ghosts of our past I display mine under gla** Perfection is fleeting Commence the bleeding And now I must propose We Dig Dem Bones! I bid you welcome, my guest I have something to get off my chest I am a fan of some degree of curiosities Now now! Don't you fret I have a spot for all of my guests On the mantel or the bookcase I can always make some space All the beauty of out days A shame its got to wither away You'll live on, rest a**ured And forever be preserved From here on in You shall never age Formaldahyde Will keep those effects at bay A piece of my collection Always on display An object to admire Like a lost monet Everybody shuns their skeleton And hides it from all the fun Elbow grease and soap Will remove your pulp And it will polish like a stone When I scrub Dem Bones! I bid you welcome, my guest I have something to get off my chest I am a fan of some degree of curiosities Now now! Don't you fret I have a spot for all of my guests On the mantel or the bookcase I can always make some space All the beauty of out days A shame its got to wither away You'll live on, rest a**ured And forever be preserved Well is there something wrong with me? I prefer my friends deceased Disa**embled and put on display Deep inside the hallowed halls Your bones will decorate the walls Safe from inevitable decay You'll soon agree that life is better Without all that pesky leather Skin is overrated, can't you see? Would you prefer to rot and mold? In a grave that's damp and cold Or join my esteemed menagerie Or you could choose to just grow old Journey into the unknown Spend your last breath all alone d**h waiting to lash out Or will you become history Or a sight for all to see You must believe when I decree Its what's inside that counts We all ama** ghosts of our past I display mine under gla** Perfection is fleeting Commence the bleeding And now I must propose We Dig Dem Bones! Bones! Bones! Bones! Scrub Dem Bones!