Lyrics

The moon bakes all my dough Who buys it, I don't know The bread they make there Tastes like thin air Heaven is above the sun Much too high, I can see Several stars form a gun Hope it's not loaded The moon bakes all my dough Who buys it, I don't know The bread they make there Tastes like thin air Heaven is above the sun Much too high, I can see Several stars form a gun Hope it's not loaded Heaven is above the sun Much too high, I can see Several stars form a gun Hope it's not loaded Heaven is above the sun Much too high, I can see Several stars form a gun Hope it's not loaded And when our eyes met We spoke to death