Mastas of Ravenkroft

Salutations

From a greater northwest alley and

Reservations

At the Cosa Nostra steakhouse, 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

You got your rickety bones, I got my rickety hands

I'm drowning innocent 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

So fucking old

I'm so fucking alone