[Verse 1]

Please don't be alarmed, I've got the heart of a child

It's actually one of many that I've slowly compiled

You have looks to die for and a brain to match

I promise to remove it all without a scratch

[Verse 2]

Lest we forget about your ravishing eyes

I’d love to see them both immaculately excised

Now, whatcha got hiding under all that meat?

I don’t believe that beauty’s only skin deep

[Hook]

We all amass ghosts of our past

I display mine under glass

Perfection is fleeting

Commence the bleeding

And now I must propose

We dig dem bones

[Chorus]

I bid you welcome, my guest

I have something to get off my chest

I am a fan of some degree of curiosities

Now, now, don't you fret

I have a spot for all of my guests

On the mantel or the bookcase

I can always make some space

All the beauty of our days

A shame it's got to wither away

You'll live on, rest assured

And forever be preserved

[Verse 3]

From here on in you shall never age

Formaldehyde will keep those effects at bay

A piece of my collection always on display

An object to admire like a lost Monet

[Verse 4]

Everybody shuns their skeleton

And hides it from all the fun

Elbow grease and soap

Will remove your pulp

And it’ll polish like a stone

When I scrub dem bones

[Chorus]

I bid you welcome, my guest

I have something to get off my chest

I am a fan of some degree of curiosities

Now, now, don't you fret

I have a spot for all of my guests

On the mantel or the bookcase

I can always make some space

All the beauty of our days

A shame it's got to wither away

You'll live on, rest assured

And forever be preserved

[Verse 5]

Well, is there something wrong with me?

I prefer my friends deceased

Disassembled and put on display

Deep inside these hallowed halls

Your bones will decorate the walls

Safe from inevitable decay

You’ll soon agree that life is better

Without all that pesky leather

Skin is overrated, can’t you see?

Would you prefer to rot and mold

In a grave that’s damp and cold

Or join my esteemed menagerie?

[Verse 6]

Or you could choose to just grow old

Journey into the unknown

Spend your last breath all alone

Death waiting to lash out

Will you become history

Or a sight for all to see?

You must believe when I decree

It’s what’s inside that counts

[Outro]

We all amass ghosts of our past

I display mine under glass

Perfection is fleeting

Commence the bleeding

And now I must propose

We dig dem bones!