| Curious moon, shine tonight
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| Make this dark world of truths bright
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| The schizoid sons and the sluts live on
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| And on, to find their coffins
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| Ignorance has got us down
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| So far that we smother in the underground
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| Because we want to
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| The idiots have no name, but we have troubles
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| We have love just the same as all of you do
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| Can’t you see the Poison Moon?
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| It’s calling to you, calling to you
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| The idiots are in a line marching under the moon
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| Do you have to live in a world of nails
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| And leave your soul in an empty pail?
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| Don’t talk to me about the end
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| I’ve seen the bomb, it’s been my best friend
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| Misery has got us down
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| So far we struggle in the underground
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| Because we want to
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| See the child loose his mind?
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| Its funny how he’s struggling to show a sign
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| He must be lying!
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| Can’t you see the Poison Moon?
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| It' calling to you, calling to you
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| The miserable are in a line, marching under the moon |