Like you were eating sleeping pills
You don't know what you've got until
It's gone
And you're willing to kill
Tomorrow and todayNow you could cut a worm in two
Who never really bothered you
And find below a cherry moon
The price that I had paidThe majors
The billboards
The science of sleep
The workers with clocks and trainees
You'll find below a cherry moon
The show cats
And midgets
Who fall to their knees
With pagers and big smoking trees
You'll find below a cherry moonWithout a rhythm or a song
And nothing real to lean upon
The ones who never did belong
Will wind up in the hayThe ones who really did you in
Were bound to give you up to win
The war designed for sickening
That blew us all awayThe ones who really did you in
Were bound to give you up to win
The war designed for sickening
That blew us all away
The meat pack district
The drums and the beat
The red lights that make us believe
You'll find below a cherry moonThe hood rat merits
With all certainty
We'll end up as beggars and thieves
You'll find below a cherry moonWithout a rhythm or a song
And nothing real to lean upon
The ones who never did belong
Will wind up in the hayThe ones who really did you in
Were bound to give you up to win
The war designed for sickening
That blew us all awayWithout a rhythm or a song
And nothing real to lean upon
The ones who never did belong
Will wind up in the hay
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