Michael Fay

Sit down and I'll tell you a story
 There's not much, not a great deal to know
 About people not living a life of their own
 They put all their faith in great buildings
 They said they were constantly shocked and surprised
 How reference points moved around
 And then often their eyes became dark with dismay
 As somebody else took their loved ones away
 It was Christmas day
 When Michael Fay gave his money away
 And he just didn't have a lot to say
 We'd all forgotten his birthday
 Even so, leave him home
 Michael's Dad, feeling oh so sad and alone
 He says, "I'm, I'm alone but I feel as if Howers took me by the hand"
 It was Christmas day
 When Michael Fay gave his money away
 And he just didn't have a lot to say
 Compared to the people next door
 So, please carry my bones
 To a place I can call home
 Yes, please carry my bones
 To a place I can call home
 A place to carry my bones
 A place to call home when we're at the Speakeasy
 Somewhere I could be alone
 Shared visions of heaven are so hard to come by
 Everything comes to you free
 But you already own what would provides me
 With artifacts based on the absence of reason
 Style, style, my ass a mile
 Where does it stop, precision welcome
 While stop, whoa-whoa, and with two cents I got on me
 The best thing to do just forget I'm alive
 Please carry my bones
 To a place I can call home
 Yes, please carry my bones