Ole lady bones

In a little small town something wicked it sneered , the roots a dead circus , it's something they feared . Dead heritage it burned , sleepy streets and red snow , run kinders, cry elders  , my tin courage it shows . Stone Devils , scream sirens run blindly dead tyrants , don't you move , don't you breathe , heads rolling in silence . Hold fast to your stones, she's ripped and we prayed . Come peaceful , grim laid  , my precious bones , are out on display .