beat my bones against the wall
staring down an empty hall
deep down in a hollow log
coming home like a letter bomb

cold was the storm
that covered the night

call a doctor, call a ghost
put a fire into your bones
sic a dog on all you know
cut it loose before you go

cold was the storm
that covered the night

what makes the soul, the soul of a man?

beat my bones against the wall
put a bank note on your bond
gris gris and a goldenrod
down deep in a hollow log

cold was the storm
that buried the night

what makes the soul, the soul of a man?