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