Third Man Records - White Moon lyrics

[Verse] White Moon, White Moon Breaks open the tune Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote Creature come, creature, creature My own double-feature As I'm warming the bleachers at home Well, my nose keeps on bleeding Cause it's Rita I'm needing I better call out a meeting of the boys Of the boys My friends are all dying And d**h can't be lying It's the truth and it don't make a noise Oh Rita, oh Rita If you lived in Mesita I would move you with the beat of a drum And this picture is proof That although you're aloof You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun Easy come, easy go Be a star of the show I'm giving up all I know to get more To get more Photograph the picture Young grunt pin-up scripture For the locker-tagged memories of war A mirage, this garage And a photo montage And the finger ma**age from the host Good Lord, good Lord The one I adored And I cannot afford is a ghost Is a ghost Proto-social is the word And the word is the bird That flew through the herd in the snow In the snow Lemonade me, then grade me Then deliver my baby And if my friends all persuade me, I'll go Blink, blink at me Rita Don't you know I'm a bleeder? And I promised I wouldn't lead her on But she read me, then led me And I ate what was fed me 'Til I purged every word in this song