Soul Of A Man — Beck

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 a bank note on your bond Gris Gris and a goldenrod Down deep in a hollow log

Cold was the storm That buried the night

What makes the soul, the soul of a man?