Make no bones about

I feel you in my bones and make no bones about (x4)

The necrophile is licking his lips. Make no bones about it—you, [Mortician], are the devil! How unsightly, how blasphemous...you don’t have the tastes of a human!!

I met her in the museum of paleontology And I make no bones about it I said if you wish to study dinosaurs

I likes to eat my friends and make no bones about it I likes to eat my friends, I couldn't do without it Ain't a man or poet, friend, I know just how you'll taste Your limbs go sliding down my throat and never go to waste

We'll slay 'em like we always do Make no bones about it When I'm with you, it's divine, it's exquisite

Here comes the promise, In actions not said. So make no bones about it... I'm back to shred...!

I know it word for word I make no bones about it Stupid is as stupid does

Free flight, come tomorrow dawn you'll find me gone Free flight, make no bones about it, I'm moving on

Suddenly it turns against me But if I make no bones about it That the northwind blows this way