Оригинален текст
Beat my bones against the wall
Staring down an empty hall
Deep down in a hollow log
Coming home like a letter bomb
Cold was the storm
That covered in the night
Call a doctor, call a ghost
Put a fire into your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
Beat my bones against the wall
Put a bank note on my bond
Gris gris and a goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log
Cold was the storm
That buried the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
