Bones - Number 18 blues band

I'd like to help them all, throw a shawl,
around the world, my friends and the masses.
Rose tinted changed to blood-stained glasses,
that divide the classes and kill the hope 
that's all.

Riding the wave, happy ever after.
Collect the taped up bottles in the maryland disaster.
Burned remains of all I had pile up around me.
We've all lost the laughter and all we'll ever be-
left as forgotten aching bones.