Song parody of
Collecting Bones
by Vegas Bill
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I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
The line keeps getting thinner
Every fucking step I take
If I slip
The chair falls
Then I'll feel my neck break
Don't go say you'll pray for me
Then turn your back
And walk away
I don't want no prayers anyways
They never did a thing
Bitch I'm Euronymous
Rising from the ashes
Of a church
Why am I cursed
Everyday I wake up feeling worse
What's a life worth
When it's buried six feet in the dirt
I'm so empty and diverged
But no one understands the hurt
I got three reasons to live
And a million just to die
What have I amounted to
Except a waste of fucking time
I don't want the medication
I just wanna be sedated
Going numb
I hate everyone
I've entered desolation
I'm collecting bones
And storing them
Underneath my bed
I'm so obsessed with death
The thought never leaves my head
One day I won't hesitate
To open up my fucking brain
And join everyone whose left me
No in my life stays
I'm breaking to pieces
With every second
That I'm standing present
And breathing the dead in
From wreckages
That I been put thru
I'm begging for blessing
But no one will come to my side
I don't wanna wait for my time
I'm tired of the ride
I'm tired of crying myself to the bed
And not sleeping at all
Hanging by a thread
I'll paint my walls red
One second's all it takes
For everything to change
For all the pain to melt away
And that's my thoughts everyday
No one ever a fuck
Till I loaded up a gun
And pointed it straight at my face
Everybody's fucking fake
Thats why no ones by my side
Then they get all fucking mad
When I say I wanna die
Where the fuck were you at
When everything went south
Unless they're getting something out of me
They never come around
I don't wanna see person
Bitch I've up and closed shop
I won't stop fucking cutting
Till I feel my veins pop
I'll be waiting in my grave
When they lay you down to rot
And I'll pick the pieces
Of the bones up when they drop
I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
The line keeps getting thinner
Every fucking step I take
If I slip
The chair falls
Then I'll feel my neck break
Don't go say you'll pray for me
Then turn your back
And walk away
I don't want no prayers anyways
They never did a thing
Bitch I'm Euronymous
Rising from the ashes
Of a church
Why am I cursed
Everyday I wake up feeling worse
What's a life worth
When it's buried six feet in the dirt
I'm so empty and diverged
But no one understands the hurt
I got three reasons to live
And a million just to die
What have I amounted to
Except a waste of fucking time
I don't want the medication
I just wanna be sedated
Going numb
I hate everyone
I've entered desolation
I'm collecting bones
And storing them
Underneath my bed
I'm so obsessed with death
The thought never leaves my head
One day I won't hesitate
To open up my fucking brain
And join everyone whose left me
No in my life stays
I'm breaking to pieces
With every second
That I'm standing present
And breathing the dead in
From wreckages
That I been put thru
I'm begging for blessing
But no one will come to my side
I don't wanna wait for my time
I'm tired of the ride
I'm tired of crying myself to the bed
And not sleeping at all
Hanging by a thread
I'll paint my walls red
One second's all it takes
For everything to change
For all the pain to melt away
And that's my thoughts everyday
No one ever a fuck
Till I loaded up a gun
And pointed it straight at my face
Everybody's fucking fake
Thats why no ones by my side
Then they get all fucking mad
When I say I wanna die
Where the fuck were you at
When everything went south
Unless they're getting something out of me
They never come around
I don't wanna see person
Bitch I've up and closed shop
I won't stop fucking cutting
Till I feel my veins pop
I'll be waiting in my grave
When they lay you down to rot
And I'll pick the pieces
Of the bones up when they drop
I'm just walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones
Walking down this road
All alone
Picking up bones