Before The Moon Falls
Fall
We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall.
Would not see the wood for the trees
We were six like dice but we're back to five
Up here in the North there are no wage packet jobs for us
While young married couples discuss the poverties
Of their self-built traps
And the junior clergy demand more cash
We spit in their plate and wait for the ice to melt
I must create a new regime
I must create a new scheme
And get out of others' hands
I could use some pure criminals
And get my hands on some royalties
A problem of this new scheme
Is answering obscene phone calls
Gotta stop drifting around
'cause life is short and full of thought
And will forever end this reign of terror
Before the moon falls for the fifth time