MICHAEL'S BONES Lyrics

Michael's bones 
Lay where he fell 
Face down on a sports ground 
Oh ... 

He was just somebody's luckless son 
Oh, but now look what he's done 
Oh, look what he's done 


Your gentle hands are frozen 
And your unkissed lips are blue 
Your thinning clothes are hopeless 
And no one was mad about you 


Michael's bones 
Were very young 
But they were never to know 
Oh ... 
Impetuous fun 
Mr. Policeman 
I don't know where you get such notions from 


His gentle hands are frozen 
And his unkissed lips are blue 
But his eyes still cry 


And now you've turned the last bend 
And see - are we all judged the same at the end? 
Tell me, tell me 


Oh, you lucky thing 
You are too brave 
And I'm ashamed of myself 
As usual 


Oh ...