Kerosene Hat (Outtake)

How can I fly with these old doggy wings While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream So life's a scream