The moon is always full for us.
The road is always clear.
That's not what you want to hear.
One is born so one can die.
You must wait a real long time.
That's more you can bare.
And the days will come and go,
And the band will march along,
'Til the day you cast a shadow
That looks nothing like your own.
Rolling in on a burning tire,
You're gonna set my house on fire
Just to show me you were there.
Well, I was raised up like a snake.
You were raised to leave me bait
I always always take.
And the days will come and go,
And the band will march along,
'Til the day you cast a shadow
That looks nothing like your own.
The moon is always full for us.
The road is always clear.
That's not what you want to hear.
That's not what you want to hear.