Beat my bones against the wall    Staring down an empty hall    Deep down in a hollow log    Coming home like a letter bomb       Cold was the storm    That covered the night       Call a doctor, call a ghost    Put a fire into your bones    Sic a dog on all you know    Cut it loose before you go       Cold was the storm    That covered the night       What makes the soul, the soul of a man?       Beat my bones against the wall    Put a bank note on your bond    Gris Gris and a goldenrod    Down deep in a hollow log       Cold was the storm    That buried the night       What makes the soul, the soul of a man?