Sycamore Smith - The Man with the Skeleton Arms lyrics

Wake up, Flanagan, the bartender's comin' He says there's someone here Who means to do us harm-- Sound the alarm, it's the man with the skeleton arms Ten years ago on Hogsback Mountain The flames was roaring like a lion in a fountain The trees were burning, too many to count 'em And trapped in the middle With fire all around him, was a man... Flanagan and I was out camping that day We started our fire with turpentine and hay The wind was howlin' so I guess we should have known That the flames was gonna get blown across the land Two days later when the fire died out Flanagan and I went rootin' about For to find a little dinner of roasted critter, Blackened blackbird eggs and pine-cone fritters That was how we happened on the badly burned man He was yelpin' for help and so we each grabbed a hand Thinking we'd be heroes if we dragged him back home, We pulled, but pulled the flesh right offa the bone Now of all the mad people, that guy was the maddest He pulled a bone across his throat And pointed right at us Ten years on the lam from that skeletal man He's sworn his revenge, we've heard his sinister plan: He'll string us up by our hands and lift us over a vat And dip us up to our elbows in boiling fat It's like an eye for an eye, but ninety-nine times worse He wants to do to us what we did to him, Except in reverse...