My body is the temple Safer than a prison But I've done some demolition I'm in a world gone wrong The death of country music Rattles around the planet Lit the flame and ban it Deep into the night Where the city casts its shadow You leave the straight and narrow To follow and forever Seem so far away Well the sax was overcrowded And the music's getting louder The people do some reading While they're cheating death It's like the west is sleeping The desert will be creeping Inch by inch Across the continent And the bones of country music Lay there in the (?) Beneath the towers of Nashville In a black pool of regret So we cast our nets in the water Splash the pool and caught 'em Grind 'em up and snort 'em A-deep into the night And spill some blood on the ashes Of the bones of the Jones and the Cash'es Girls in false eyelashes Ghost riders in the sky The death of country music The death of country music The death of country music Pickin' the flesh off the bone The Hank bone's connected to the Buck bone The Hag bone's connected to the Jones bone The Willie bone's connected to the Billy (?) bone Pickin' the flesh off the bone The death of country music The death of country music The death of country music Pickin' the flesh off the bone The death of country music The death of country music The death of country music Pickin' the flesh off the bone