Lyrics

(Verse 1)
I’m Skully the skeleton, high as fuck,
Bones clinking loud, but I don’t give a damn, I’m struck,
Stumbled into the bar like, “What the hell?”
Bartender’s staring, like I crawled out of a well.
Shots of tequila, lines of coke,
I don’t even breathe, but I’m ready to choke!
Dancing with shadows, tripping on air,
Tried to make out with a ghost, but she wasn’t fucking there!

(Chorus)
It was my fucked-up night, lost in the haze,
No skin, no problem—just a skeleton crazed,
Bones rattling loud as I crashed to the floor,
Rolling on pills, screaming, “Give me more!”
Blackout high, can’t feel my face,
But who gives a shit in this drug-fueled race?
With one-night stands and a potion surprise,
I’m fucking up the afterlife with bloodshot eyes!

(Verse 2)
Woke up in a crypt, covered in glitter,
Next to a vampire who said, “You’re a quitter.”
My skull’s fucking pounding, but it’s all good,
Turns out I snorted my own goddamn bone dust, understood?
Hit the dance floor, bones cracking and snapping,
High as a kite, but my legs ain’t fucking clapping.
Some ghost offers me a hit, says, “This shit’s pure fire,”
I snort it up, and then it felt like I expired!

(Chorus)
It was my fucked-up night, tripping real hard,
Saw a zombie eat his fucking arm for a card,
Bones rattling loud as I fell on my ass,
High as the moon, and made out with some grass!
Blackout blitzed, can’t remember a thing,
But I woke up next to a banshee with a ring,
With one-night stands and a drugged-out ride,
I’m fucking up the afterlife, no shame, no guide!

(Bridge)
Crack a rib, pop a pill, who gives a shit,
Kissed a werewolf, woke up in a pit.
I might be dead, but my mind’s on fire,
Floating through the haze of fucked-up desire!

(Chorus)
It was my fucked-up night, lost in the fog,
Mushrooms kicking in, I’m talking to a log,
Bones rattling loud as I trip down the stairs,
High as hell, but who cares?
Blackout baked, can’t feel my bones,
But I’m still rolling with the unknowns,
With one-night stands and a drug-fueled haze,
I’m fucking up the afterlife in the wildest ways!

(Outro)
So raise your joint, or raise a pill,
Here’s to the skeleton with no chill!
Still out there, on the skeleton prowl,
With a blacked-out memory and a drunken howl!