Skeletal History

(Homme, Lanegan, Oliveri) Ohhh, an artery is not a vein No history can tell My skeleton won't tell Why some like moths draw To a surgeon's drill And blood shot hits to marrow The snake's eating through her clothes and Her charms that won me over DeGama breached this lofty reach Balboa left his bones upon the beach Left there to bleach Rose breaks in my fingers Pullin' nickels through the stem too much has took a toll Smoke crawls low along the ceilings And all is quiet