The Family Crest
Brittle Bones
Brittle bones, you stand alone
Doff your shoes and warm your toes
Strike the air, but no one's there
And the sun is going down, down, down

Broken beast, your angry shrieks
Shake the night, 'til the morning's light
Stamp the sound into the ground
And the weight is finally away, the weather here's muted out

Now, your body here is finally gone somehow
And the world is spinning round, round, round
Straight to the bottle, you're falling now
And it all goes down

And a weight, a bitterness has found an easy way down your throat
Oh, the barkers now are kindly calling out
And the sun is going
Down, down, and down