The yellow moon looks down now   Lights the scene for the night ahead   Surround the chairs in a circle    And I just can't sit down      {chorus}   But the freak stares on    Puts on his glasses and he smokes it down   That don't matter for much now/dear/downhere   He says, "I'm gonna put your head on   and don't you screw it up."      The message was delivered   The mothers wept uncontrollably   Mad children went to the warehouse   Heavens trumpets blow      {chorus}   {chorus}