“Bones” Scott Anderson Who...ooh... ooh… ooh - Who...ooh... ooh… ooh They got you tied up...to the apple tree Laying their hands on you...and your Philosophy Maybe you don't quite understand Little Mary's lookin' for another man Your little big brother...is back from his internal war He's tired of reflecting...he don't want to reflect no more Maybe you don't quite understand Mary's...leaving with another man And the dead are trying to find you But you don't dare...bring em home The walls are trying to remind you But you can't....bury those bones...around here Who...ooh... ooh… ooh - Who...ooh... ooh… ooh Your Gypsy friends are heading down the dirty road They've taken all your lead...turned it into Gold The Circus freak...he don't want to come back no more And Mary's...bigger than she was before And the dead are trying to find you But you don't dare bring em home The walls are trying to remind you But you can't....bury those bones...around here They got you tied up...to the apple tree Laying their hands on you...and your Philosophy Maybe you don't quite understand Little Mary's got a new...little man And the dead are trying to find you But you don't dare bring em home The walls are trying to remind you… But you can't....bury those bones...around here Who...ooh... ooh… ooh - Who...ooh... ooh… ooh Who...ooh... ooh… ooh - Who...ooh... ooh… ooh