Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Grandma sipped her bitter tea Eyes on the news Then eyes on me “Why you paint your cheeks so pale? Why you reading all those ghostly tales?” I’d shrug Kick dust from Sunday shoes Count graveyard crows instead of pews “Guess I’m just wired strange ” I said “Thinking ’bout bones and the stillness ahead” [Chorus] You always asked why I liked the dead Why I wanted to be a skeleton instead Morbid curiosity running at full speed While death goes riding on his white steed Oh I dance on the edge of dread Waltzing with the shadows in my head If life is a wound we all must bleed I’ll laugh in the dust of that white steed (hey!) [Verse 2] I’d sketch skull rings on my math-page grid Name each rib like a favorite kid Sing old hymns in a crooked key Turn every prayer to a riddle for me Grandma crossed herself Half amused “Why chase the dark that leaves you bruised?” “’Cause every story ends ” I’d grin “And I just like starting where others won’t begin” [Chorus] You always asked why I liked the dead Why I wanted to be a skeleton instead Morbid curiosity running at full speed While death goes riding on his white steed Oh I toast every year we shed Like petals on the river’s red If fate is a pact we all must read I’ll sign my name beneath that steed (oh yeah) [Bridge] Maybe I’m wrong Maybe it’s right To joke with the jaws Of the endless night But when he comes calling I won’t plead I’ll tip my hat To that white White steed [Chorus] You always asked why I liked the dead Why I wanted to be a skeleton instead Morbid curiosity taking the lead Hand in hand with that white steed So when my heartbeat’s quieted And my Sunday shoes are finally shed I’ll clack my teeth in a carefree creed Riding shotgun on that white steed
Tags
rock, Jaunty gothic rock with swing in the drums, crunchy overdriven guitars, and a mischievous walking bass. Male vocals lean theatrical with sharp consonants and a sly smile; choruses punch up with gang shouts and octave harmonies. Organ stabs and glockenspiel accents add a carnival-from-the-graveyard feel, bridge drops to toms and bass then surges back for a triumphant final hook., romantic, gothic rock
Duration
3:32
Instrumental
No
Created
4/5/2026