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