Skeletons Owe Me One

They said the dead don’t speak, But mine sure whisper when I sleep. They want their due, they want their turn, But I still got fire left to burn.

I dug their graves with my own hand, Watched forgiveness sink in sand. Now they ride behind, one by one, And I ain’t done — I ain’t done.

Skeletons owe me one, And I’m here to collect. You can’t bury what you’ve done, If the dirt still shows respect. Yeah, skeletons owe me one — And I ride with their regret.

I’ve seen ghosts in rearview glass, Watchin’ me outrun the past. Every mile’s a sermon said, By the living and the dead.

They called me cursed, they called me mad, But they ain’t seen the nights I’ve had. If death wants me, he’ll wait his time, I got scores down the line.

“You can’t haunt a man that’s already home. You just keep him company.”

Skeletons owe me one, And they’re lining up again. I made peace with hell, my friend, It’s the living I condemn. Yeah, skeletons owe me one — And I’ll collect before the end.

Skeletons owe me one, And I ain’t settlin’ down. If heaven’s keepin’ count tonight, They’ll know who’s still around. Skeletons owe me one — And they’ll pay when the sun goes down.

“Still got room for one more name…”

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