Mastas Of Ravenkroft

 

Salutations
From a greater Northwest alley and
Reservations
At the Cosa Nostra steak house 8 P.M.

You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
I’m turnin’ into some dust

I’m turnin’ into some bats

Medication
And the way your eyes look into me
Lubrication
Can you turn off all the lights so I can’t see?

You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
I’m dressin’ up like a crow
I’m turnin’ into some rats

X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O

(Yeah)

 

You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
He’s got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
They got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
I’m turnin’ into some wolves
I’m dressin’ up like a cat
 

You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands
 

So fucking old
I’m so fucking alone