Now I see flowers melting below the sun
While people walk with headphones
Well, I have to confess, friends
I have black bones

Now I see the world dying with no mercy
This blues is such a telephone
Well, I think you already know
I have black bones

Now I see different ways to finally get satisfaction
Even when I am alone
But the world needs to know now
That I have black bones

And now I can see joy in other people
This blues is such a telephone
And now I'm cutting my own hair now
But they can't, I said I have black bones