Beck. Modern Guilt. Soul of A Man. Zeneszám

Beat my bones against the wall
Staring down an empty hall
Deep down in a hollow log
Coming home like a letter bomb

Cold was the storm
That covered the night

Call a doctor, call a ghost
Put a fire into your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go

Cold was the storm
That covered the night

What makes the soul
The soul of a man?

Beat my bones against the wall
Put up fire and throw the ball
Grieve, grieve the goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log

Cold was the storm
That buried the night

What makes the soul
The soul of a man?