wake up to a blue moonin the sky
a cool china blue
hear the thunder of life driving by
guess its finally on the loose

and i smell the shoot sweat
on the sick-a-more trees
as the branches collide
with every thought i think

now the neighborhood cat is calling
he cant sleep
says the oxygen in the needle and pin
has [bad word] a leek

well he really took a chance
crossing his heart hoping to die
he was young and he was happy
at the time

it seems to be like cinema
silver turns to its old tricks
magic loses all its magic
and you know what it really is 

the young men who used to use their knuckles 
are gone, 
but the tadpoles keep on multiplaying 
down in the swamp

when the pearly gates do open
dragging their legs out of spite
inside a woman sits to greet you [bad word] home to the night

its the last motel with electric,
she says, 
take a seat while the maid goes 
and cleans up your mess

honey it could take an hour, 
it could take all year,
it could take a century 
for your bad name to clear 

wake up to blue moon in the sky 
a cool china blue
hear the thunder of life driving by 
guess its finally on the move