Salutations,
From our greater northwest ally and,
reservations,
At the Cosa Nostra steak house at 8PM
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 turning into some dust
I'm turning into soe 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 dressing up like the crow
I'm turning 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,
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands,
You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands,
I'm turning into some wolves
I'm dressing 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,
I'm so fucking old
I'm so fucking alone!
YOU ARE READING
My Chemical Romance Lyric Booklet
RandomA book full of MCR lyrics. For Bullet-Bringers. For Revenge-Seekers. For Black-Paraders. For Fabulous-Killjoys. For Conventional-Weaponers. Contains lyrics and extra info on major albums :D