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 gla**es 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}