[Verse 1]
Salutations
From a greater northwest alley and
Reservations at the Cosa Nostra steakhouse at eight P.M
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Medication and the way your eyes look into me
Lubrication, can you turn off all the lights so I can't see?
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O
[Guitar Solo]
Salutations
From a greater northwest alley and
Reservations at the Cosa Nostra steakhouse at eight P.M
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
Medication and the way your eyes look into me
Lubrication, can you turn off all the lights so I can't see?
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O
X-O, X-O, X-O, X-O
[Guitar Solo]
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