Sing a song for the trashcan moon Shines like a guillotine, beams like a bruise Such a sight I had to look away The sun tried to rise on two broken legs Sing a song, melted plastic sea Crawling to the beach drunk on chlorine
Such a sight Too graphic to wash Fed our future to an angry mob Sing a song to your bride to be Aerosol bouquet, gnashing her teeth Such a sight We built ourselves Heaven was taken so we moved to hell