Put on your favorite dress.   Wear your hair in Norman styles.   You walk like a fraud, and rattle all the while.   My deepest thoughts are confessions to hate wild blood-shot eyes.   And deaf, deaf ears, lost and scared.   Under a starless sky.      Ugly moon, cast on you.   There's a   Ugly moon, cast on you   And it's burning bright.   Burning bright.      I'm thrown unto the past, and   Becoming something new.   While you tried to reinvent everybody else but you.   I spent my winter days   At the cemetary gates.   The walking dead are running dry   On blood that's thicker than wine   And love that's sweeter than revenge.      Ugly moon, cast on you.   There's a   Ugly moon, cast on you   And it's burning bright.   Burning bright.      You're striped like a tiger with mean streaks.      Ugly moon, cast on you.   There's a   Ugly moon, cast on you   And it's burning bright.   Burning bright.