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