Mastas of Ravenkroft - The Mad Gear and Missile Kid
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!
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
YOU ARE READING
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