Looking back over your chosen path  Every race that you have run  Every regret and piece of ass you hit  Your rather sorry bag of bones    Son of a, son of a  There was no getting over  Some of us, some of us  Got a silver spoon  Son of a, son of a  Take the things really easy  None of us, none of us  Gonna heal your wound    Look at you now  The sun it's going down  Watch as you fall  Now you're all just a bag of bones    Hunched on top with the fruits of your crops  A wooden nickel for your pain  Every step by the book, still a company crook  A worthless trip down memory lane    Son of a, son of a  There was no getting over  Some of us, some of us  Got a silver spoon  Son of a, son of a  Take the things really easy  None of us, none of us  Gonna heal your wound    Look at you now  The sun it's going down  Watch as you fall  Now you're all just a bag of bones    Son of a, son of a  There was no getting over  Some of us, some of us  Got a silver spoon  Son of a, son of a  Take the things really easy  None of us, none of us  Gonna heal your wound    Look at you now  The sun it's going down  Watch as you fall  Now you're all just a bag of bones  Now you're all just a bag of bones  Now you're all just a bag of bones    You may be rich, but you're a son of a bitch