skinny

style: francis bacon, rancid with vulgarity, embrace the filthy; "I've seen the movie and I know what happens It's a Christmas time And the needles on the tree A skinny Santa is bringing something to me His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred And I only understand every other word "Open your parachute and grab your gun Falling down like an omen, a setting sun Read the part and we turn out fine It's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive But I don't care if I buck up I'm going on a date with a rich white lady Ain't life great? Give me one good reason not to do it This is a place where time reverses Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses Instruments shine on a silver tray Don't let me be carried away" (Elliott Smith, bowdlerized, "The Kings Crossing")