Moon Sammy

Moon Sammy walks across the floor

Below the floor, there is a wall

Behind the wall, there is a chair

Moon Sammy knows, the chair is thereBut that's okay, that's okay, you can do that

If you're wound up, full of tension, incoherent

Your mouth is buttered with lies, you ask why, but you could call it

Enigmatic, all your thoughts about the chair are full of staticAnd automatically your mind

Goes down the stairwell to the chair

Your body says Moon Sammy

Can you come back? Strum itMoon Sammy washes in the sink

Below the sink, there is a drain

The drain goes straight into the sea

The sink itself is porcelainObsess yourself with causality

The information you hear is a loophole technicality

Behind every object is a mathematic

An obscure substance infused with a kinetic force, energyAn obscure conscience shoots a gun at the feet the world dances

Shoots a gun at the feet the world dances

Shoots a gun at the feet the world dances

Shoots a gun at the feet the world dances

Shoots a gun at the feet the worldBabylon, mystery, mother of harlots

And all these abominations of the earth

That sits on many waters

Drunk with the blood of the martyrs of JesusAnd I wondered with great admiration

And I wondered with great admiration

And I wondered with great admiration

And I wondered with great admirationMoon Sammy

Moon Sammy

Moon Sammy

Moon Sammy