Mastas Of Ravenkroft

Salutations
From a greater northwest alley and
Reservations
Every person goes to steak house eight 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'll turn it into seduction) I'll turn it into some facts

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

(And dressin' up like a crow) and 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 drowning innocent 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 them rickety hands
You got your rickety bones I got my rickety hands

So fucking old,
I'm so fucking alone