There’s so many thingsto feel and see while you’re awakethey’re just out of reachout of graspyeah out of reachand just as many; maybe morethe minute that you sleepso I got to throw my preachskeleton breathscorpion blushI have a crush on your skeletonwatch out unsuspecting strangeryou’ll fall off the logheadfirst into dreamsend up screamingthis will comb the wolfand that will comb the fogwhat will peen the rainwhat will preen the hogoh you mean earthand hell over youand laugh at your tire tracksif you get upskeleton makes good