Beneath a Festering Moon

Lyrics

Chalks up another sale Hanging extra bacon on the nail He nurses his abrasions Training for the last invasion We've gotta go to the hive tonight We've gotta go put our heads on alright Those that'll run away from the saints Be splattered with kisses of better made paints And with pink drink I bear witness to the sun Perhaps to erect a steeple of lies The serious merchants are beating their wives Beneath a festering moon Thеy are dying soon They are donе