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 the doctor call the 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 fire and thrown the ball [notes say "bank note on your bond"]. Gris gris and a golden rod. Deep down in a hollow log. Cold was the storm. That buried in the night. What makes the soul the soul of a man?