No Time For Old Bones Lyrics

For my ailing bones
Pack your bags and leave for another home
See, every day spent lying is fuel for a scapegoat
And we need to let go!

My memory's a bitch
Can't remember the last thing I did
It goes on and on and on x2

Tie the noose!
I've got a six foot rope around my throat
But it's a seven foot drop and the suicide note
Is just a false apology stitched to my turncoat
My memory's a bitch