[Intro] [Verse 1] Salutations From a greater northwest alley and Reservations At the Cosa Nostra steakhouse 8 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! [Solo]      Yeah! [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 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