"Lyrics…sooooooo goth! You nailed it. Rattle them bones…drink the Jones. Amazing job!" - Paula Ray Mascho
He stands by the tomb
In his Gucci shoes
Silk handkerchief
Full Of reds and blues
A watch of gold
To flash his time
The devil in his pocket
Shows vital signs
Call him the possession
He'll Rattle them bones
Heard them swine
Send a chill
Up your spine
He'll Pick his letter from
The witches board
Drink the Jones from
The cup he poured
Figure them fools
Wont ever tell
Figure their ain't no
Heaven or hell
He'll Slam the door
Spin your head around
Say them words
From the book he found
Tossed your soul
On the dealers bet
He's here to take
All he can get
Call him the possession
He'll Rattle them bones
Heard them swine
Send a chill
Up your spine