[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]
[Chorus]
(Yeah)
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 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
I'm so fucking old
I'm so fucking alone