Mastas of Ravenkroft

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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

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