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Point a Boney Finger

Verse 1

Walk straight to the funeral home

Can't seem to change direction.

Bundled up in all he owns

Escaping our detection.

Invisible is never seen

Invincible is pretty mean

The winds of change don't tarry long

In fly by down right chilling breeze

In the hand of dereliction


Chorus

So point a boney finger

From the silence of your eyes

Be sure to pad your pockets

With your cliche and your lies

Surf the cable network

Till someone fits your plans

The soap in pretty packaging

Won't really clean your hands


Verse 2

Red Penny's burnt a rubber check

To buy some health insurance

Heads off to the second job

An everyday occurrence

No time to warm a comforter

It's a paper trail odometer

Friends these days are hard to find

In play right, stay tight molded cheese

And little reassurance.


Chorus

So point a boney finger

From the silence of your eyes

Be sure to pad your pockets

With your cliche and your lies

Surf the cable network

Till someone fits your plans

The soap in pretty packaging

Won't really clean your hands


Verse 3

Elected servants of the rich are

Playing with the numbers

With catered lunch in overweight

It's hard to feel the hunger

Minimum wage will reengage

The empty glass is all the rage

The working poor in welfare lines

Will vote in rote with our designs

And feel a little younger


Bridge

So send your babies off to war

The cartoon network's gone too far

Another tall one at the bar

Buy a house then buy a car

Embelished bras and silicone

Will take your mind off all the wrong

And leave you with a empty nest

Where weary never gets to rest


Chorus

So point a boney finger

From the silence of your eyes

Be sure to pad your pockets

With your cliche and your lies

Surf the cable network

Till someone fits your plans

The soap in pretty packaging

Won't really clean your hands