Skin The Kat

I was reading how to write

And I found out just tonight

That the bleeding commanded fright

And I don't know left from right

I was leading the ground to flight

And you sold me a granite kite

I was leading the dark to light

And you told me that I might

'Cause I've got holes in my pockets

And money keeps falling out

So cool, she's so cool

I've got old gears and sprockets

I just can't keep turning out

So cool, she's so cool

And she's so cool that I just wanna die

Well, I turned into an older man

And my youth left for a distant land

And I was watching the smell turn bland

And the candy in my hand

It turned to poison and purple sand

Stick my head in the garbage can

Skin the kat, turn on the fan

Put the choice cuts in the pan

'Cause I've got holes in my pockets

And money keeps falling out

So cool, she's so cool

I've got old gears and sprockets

I just can't keep turning out

So cool, she's so cool

And she's so cool that I just wanna die

Well, I shut the ears and wash the corn

Save my tears for your screech and scorn

I turn the knife and punch the screw

What's a low rent slob to do

'Cause I've got holes in my pockets

And money keeps falling out

So cool, she's so cool

I've got old gears and sprockets

I just can't keep turning out

So cool, she's so cool

'Cause I've got holes in my pockets

And money keeps falling out

So cool, she's so cool

I've got old gears and sprockets

I just can't keep turning out

She's so cool that I just wanna die