| Song | Pick Up The Bones |
| Artist | Alice Cooper |
| Album | Brutal Planet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cooper, Marlette | |
| 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 grandma is gone | |
| Here's some legs in a cloud | |
| 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 kitchen once stood | |
| There are ribs on the fire place | |
| 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 scope 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' | |
| Cause the breathe of the death | |
| Is the only sound |
| zuo ci : Cooper, Marlette | |
| 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 grandma is gone | |
| Here' s some legs in a cloud | |
| 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 kitchen once stood | |
| There are ribs on the fire place | |
| 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 scope 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' | |
| Cause the breathe of the death | |
| Is the only sound |
| zuò cí : Cooper, Marlette | |
| 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 grandma is gone | |
| Here' s some legs in a cloud | |
| 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 kitchen once stood | |
| There are ribs on the fire place | |
| 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 scope 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' | |
| Cause the breathe of the death | |
| Is the only sound |