
Track 2
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- 1990s
- male vocalist
- thrash metal
- pop rock
- southern rock
- nü metal
- aggressive
- rebellious
Lyrics
Verse 1
The gun in my hand may tell you a story
About my life, battered and bruised
Can't sleep at night or get up in the morning
Why? No reasons. I've got nothing to do.
Chorus
Bones, I crush them if you stand too close to me
Bones, yeah, I crush them, so you best not step to me.
Stop
Verse 2
The tale that I tell, you might find it boring
But that's my life, all of it true
My social status may be alarming
But I don't care, I have nothing to prove.
Chorus
Bones, I crush them if you stand too close to me
Bones, yeah, I crush them, so you best not step to me.
Stop
Solo
Chorus
Bones, yeah, I crush them if you stand too close to me
Bones, yeah, I crush them, so you best not step to me.
Stop
Verse 3
You stare when I speak
Do I have your attention?
And did I mention I was like you?
Nowhere to go and no one to talk to
But I, I don't care, I got nothing to lose.
Chorus
Bones, I crush them if you stand too close to me
Bones, yeah, I crush them, so you best not step to me.
Stop
Breakdown
Final Chorus
Bones, yeah, I crush them if you stand too close to me
Bones, yeah, I crush them, so you best not step to me.
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