Lyrics Coming Off The Moon - Max Webster

Coming Off The Moon

Coming off the moon
With my lady luck in haste
Gave me shots of sorrow
Shaved in photogenic lace
Tying off her arm
My lady luck did answer--
Turn up the sky father music
Everything below you is cancer
Talking as she walks
So nervous and so shy
She reads the look a second time
Because of people’s eyes…
I love I love I love I love Khalidia
Eye love eye love eye love eye love Khalidia
Shooting up a thought
Higher than the sky
She turns around
And looks at all the people’s eyes
Licking off the spoon
My lady luck with cheers
Gave wedding bells to martyrs
Who burned her grace to tears