Raconteurs - Store Bought Bones lyrics

Down on your hands and knees Underneath the poplar trees Down in the sticks and stones Looking for store bought bones Baby I'm the rising sun Clutching at your holstered gun Baby I'm a shooting star I'm looking wherever you are Looking through a telescope Maybe there's a sign of hope Leaving everything behind Discovering your store bought mind Sending everything to the sea Wishing you were here by me Shifting through the mountain of bricks Searching for a store bought tricks