sing a song for the trashcan moon
shines like a guillotine, beams like a bruise
such a sight
I had to look away
the sun tried to rise on two broken legs
sing a song, melted plastic sea
crawling to the beach drunk on chlorine
such a sight
too graphic to wash
fed our future to an angry mob
sing a song to your bride to be
aerosol bouquet, gnashing her teeth
such a sight
we built ourselves
heaven was taken so we moved to hell