Jul 28, 2005 01:08
Moonlit Lunacy
The moon rises ‘cross Bolivian rooftops
Remembering romantic reveries
And I am the man on the moon
Holding hands with Lucy and
There’s diamonds in her eyes.
God she’s beautiful but
I don’t know if I’m drunk yet.
Join me
In standing on the White House lawn
With fists and fingers raised
I’ll gather an army
Of restless young hooligans like us
We’ll raise a cacophony of questions,
Inject the president with truth serum,
And set fire to Catholic morals.
I hear destructive nature is natural in teens,
Well it looks like they got one thing right.
Don’t worry.
One day we’ll understand out government’s intentions-
Their conspiratorial shenanigans.
One day we’ll find our own nirvana
A euphoria, to each his own
One day we shall hold hands and understand why we are here
And travel to the moon together with Lucy and The Man
‘Cuz that’s where we belong.