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?