Lyrics

It's a scary day in a dry July Where they sit in the geodisic honky tonks Gazing through the dirty plastic windows Looking at the dirty day Looking, looking, looking, looking Looking at the beer cans on the moon We are grazing in the grass of the void Looking for a home to live Where our people, loved and trusting Can live in a life of peace Looking, looking, looking, looking Looking at the beer cans on the moon There's a fear of the firing squads And there's a fear of the pizza stands On Mars And there's a fear of coming alive Inside Van Gogh's potato eaters And there's a fear of coming alive Trapped inside Van Gogh's potatoes La-la-la-la-la-lum It's a scary day in a dry July Where they sit in the geodisic honky tonks Gazing through the dirty plastic windows Sipping on their tree frog of beer Looking, looking, looking, looking Looking at the beer cans on the moon This is the moon, this is the moon This is the moon, this is the moon Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug Looking at the beer cans on the moon Looking at the beer cans on the moon