Gods of Wood and Stone

Excuse me, can I ask you a question
What sets you free, sir
‘Cause it seems that the devil’s got somethin'
You’re thinkin' that you need, sir
Pardon me, just one more question
Do you think me weak, sir
‘Cause it’s labeled for a dollar, and a handjob
Ain’t what I need, sir
We dance for Gods of wood and stone
Made by hands of skin and bones
Somebody partner
By weight and
We dance for gods of wood and stone
I ain’t drinkin' of your poison
So don’t throw me a patronizin' bone
It’s likely I’ll be dancin' ‘cross your grave
And a-pissin' on your tombstone
So, hey, really just one last question
Is your mind at ease, sir
To see a devil come and reapin' his kin
Well, tell me brothers, does that set your free, sir
We dance for Gods of wood and stone
Made by hands of skin and bones
Somebody partner
By weight and
We dance for gods of wood and stone
La da, la di ah, la di ah ah
La di ah, la di oh, la di la di ah
La di oh, la di oh, la di oh oh
La di oh, la di oh la di oh oh