No Time For Old Bones

For my ailing bones Pack your bags and leave for another home See, every day spent lying is fuel for my scapegoat And we need to let go My memory's a bitch Can't remember the last thing I did It goes on and on and on Tie the noose I've got my neck tied tight on a 6 foot rope But it's a 7 foot drop and the suicide note Is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat My memory's a bitch