I want to clone every one of us

Gallow rock men stuck in the snow-mud

And those who gave up on the local trust

Thurs curdled steam

Your milk dud and pie crust

Imbredded since the year 1643

Meow, meow, bonesnow

Meow, meow, snowbone

Meow, meow, bonesnow

Old fiercely Graham said a storm is a comin

The reckless youth like the gum grinned man Up the slum country where the cats are humping

Has a lil hill with the freak-house crumpets

We like 'em, I like 'em

But we get tired

It's just us camping November through March

We conspire

Light the fire

Oh my god this town's gonna burn...

Meow, meow, bonesnow

Meow, meow, snowbone

Meow, meow, bonesnow

Meow, meow, snowbone!