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Consider your high station
Think about your fame
All of your creation depended on your frame
Ain't no doubt about it:
Flesh can set the tone
But when you get down to the rhythm, man
You get right down to the bone

All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones

Some will make you stronger
Others make you tall
But don't make no bones about it, man
You got some don't work at all
Some will make you ugly
Others make you smile
It don't matter
They all clatter, yeah, when they end up on the pyres

All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones

Grim Reaper comes a-calling
Says, "It's time to go"
You say, "Okay, I'm coming"
Yeah, you're moving mighty slow
Then you say "I don't belong here
They told me I was saved"
He points one bony finger
He says, "Get back in your grave"

All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones

Now down at the graveyard
You got your handsome stone
With your names and all your numbers, yeah
But there ain't nobody home
It says, "Here lies the body..."
Body there be none
Used to be somebody
Now it's nothing but the bones

All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones
All about the bones
The bones
All about the bones
The bones

Right from the beginning
It was all about the bones