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Bone on Bone - Rivers Cuomo
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Bone on Bone Rivers Cuomo

Bone on Bone - Rivers Cuomo
[Verse 1]
You thought you'd make it out
Oh man, how you were wrong
This place is bone on bone
No room for hangers-on

We’re all survivors here
And if you're not, you die
Piss off those weaklings
They gotta squint their eye

[Verse 2]
Here all the men are men
And not a woman cries
There ain't no kids at all
’Cause all the children died

We used to eat fresh strawbs
On Sunday afternoons
But then they took me here
I got hard real soon

[Chorus]
This place is bone on bone
So you better get back to your kitchen
This place is bone on bone
So you better get back to your home
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