Skeleton Man

Skeleton Man
© 2017 Words & Music, Mick Byrd

Stone fingers bony and cold. Hollow eyes that got no soul.
Dressed in black - you know he’s a creeper.
Just a scythe shy of the reaper.
Don’t let him in. He’s a Skeleton Man.

He keeps an album of lives as they fade.
Guns and needles are the tools of the trade.
Got no heart man - he can’t feel.
Buy from him and it’s the devil’s deal
Don’t let him in. He’s a Skeleton Man.

Throwin’ you life away’s not cool.
Skeleton Man makes his livin’ off of fools.

In the daytime he never shows
Back in the alley where nobody goes.
In the shadows away from the light
Just a stone cold creature of night.

Don’t let him in. He’s a Skeleton Man.
Don’t let him in. He’s a Skeleton Man.