Collecting pieces of my family   In an old pillow case   This one has a skull   But it don't have a face      These look like the arms of father so strong   And the ring on this finger   Means my Grandmother's gone   Here's some legs in a pile   Where my sister once played      Here's some mud made of blood   And these teeth are decayed   The ear of my brother   The hand of a friend   And I just can't   Put them back together again      Pick up the bones   And set them on fire   Follow the smoke going higher and higher   Pick up the bones   And wish them goodnight   Pray them a prayer and turn out the light      There are stains on the floor   Where the kitchen once stood   There are ribs in the fireplace   Mixed with the wood      There are forces in the air   Ghosts in the wind   Some bullets in the back   And some scars on the skin      There were demons with guns   Who marched through this place   Killing everything that breathed   They're an inhuman race      There are holes in the walls   Bloody hair on the bricks   And the smell of this hell   Is making me sick      Pick up the bones   And set them on fire   Follow the smoke going higher and higher   Pick up the bones   And wish them goodnight   Pray them a prayer and turn out the light      Pick up the bones   And set them on fire   Follow the smoke going higher and higher   Pick up the bones   And wish them goodnight   Pray them a prayer and turn out the light      Now maybe someday   The suns gonna shine   Flowers will bloom   And all will be fine      But nothing will grow   On this burnt cursed ground   Cuz the breath of the death   Is the only sound