My, oh, my, what a halo on the moon tonight
Tiny
You cleaned us out while we were blind
Stole our car
You've been battling windmills again
Blood on your armor and bugs
I'm spilling whisky and wine down my neck
But you don't
Clouds are shifting
The sky is falling
And I am calling the
With tired light from distant stars
Sober as your skin
Washed with
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