[Verse 1]
The old man lies home
All alone, in bed
Waiting to breathe his last breath
He's made his peace
Or so it seems
His body began to protest
[Pre-Chorus]
Ron Paul chose not to
Depart this world, yet
[Chorus]
Death in his eyes
Living for spite
Poor magic bone
Will go on and on
His finger will not let him die
[Post-Chorus]
Day after day
Tapping away
Skin like a burlap sack
Hoping to fade to black
Driven by an unworldly lust
Magic bone feeds on his dust
[Verse 2]
Replaying his life
In his mind, he tries
To see how he made the knuckle crack
No reason, no rhyme
No deed, no crime
To warrant the finger's attack
[Pre-Chorus]
Ron Paul chose not to
Depart this world
Yet
[Chorus]
Death in his eyes
Living for spite
That magic bone won't let him go
His finger will not let him die
[Bridge]
Lying in wait
Robbed of his fate
Stuck for eternity
Pointing round aimlessly
Wanting to be six feet deep
The magic bone won't let him sleep
Let him sleep
Let him sleep
Let him sleep...
[Verse 3]
Frozen awake
In time and space
No-one can hear his appeal
For when he attempts
To speak his mind
The finger presses up to his lips
[Bridge]
Year after year
Can't disappear
Impossibly bored
Nail like a sword
No chance of suicide
Not while it lives inside
Trying to fight the magic joint
Knowing that there is no point
Is no point
Is no point
Is no point
Is...