Bones (Live at St Pancras)

You make a record

Two, three, or four

Call it a day

And then you make some more

Final performance

"Oh, encore, encore!"

See you in a couple years on the reunion tour

I gotta ask

What do you do it for?

Is it really music you adore?

So, I'm leaving the venue

And closing the door

I've heard it all before

If you dig up the bones of old Elvis

Wash his clothes and comb his hair

He won't sing to you or dance for you or curl up his lip

Even if the parts are all there

Try as you might

It's never quite the same

And it isn't rеally such a shame

So, treasure your fifteen yеars of fame

Then fold or change the game