Got a friend in Chicago, he’s learning all about life
Gave it all to a girl once but she was not my type
I learned about my insides from Michelangelo
We sat together on bus rides, he said I had a healthy glow
Now all my favorite people, they never make a sound
Bone box you carry me around
Can I go for a ride in your bone box?
Now I’m living the high life: Superamerica
Lights go out at midnight but I’ve got work to do
Bushes are burning, this must be my lucky break
Jesus Christ is at my side and he thinks I’ve got what it takes
Now the casket’s empty, there’s one less whole in the ground
Bone box you carry me around
Can I go for a ride in your bone box?
Can I go for a ride in your bone box?
Now all my favorite people, they never make a sound
Bone box you carry me around
Can I go for a ride in your bone box? Can I go for a ride?
