Looking back over your chosen path Every race that you have run Every regret and piece of ass you hit Your rather sorry bag of bones Son of a, son of a There was no getting over Some of us, some of us Got a silver spoon Son of a, son of a Take the things really easy None of us, none of us Gonna heal your wound Look at you now The sun it's going down Watch as you fall Now you're all just a bag of bones Hunched on top with the fruits of your crops A wooden nickel for your pain Every step by the book, still a company crook A worthless trip down memory lane Son of a, son of a There was no getting over Some of us, some of us Got a silver spoon Son of a, son of a Take the things really easy None of us, none of us Gonna heal your wound Look at you now The sun it's going down Watch as you fall Now you're all just a bag of bones Son of a, son of a There was no getting over Some of us, some of us Got a silver spoon Son of a, son of a Take the things really easy None of us, none of us Gonna heal your wound Look at you now The sun it's going down Watch as you fall Now you're all just a bag of bones Now you're all just a bag of bones Now you're all just a bag of bones You may be rich, but you're a son of a bitch