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 than you can bear

And the days [bad word] and go,
And the band will march along
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own

Rolling in on a burning tire,
You're going to 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 [bad word] and go,
And the band will march along,
Till the day you cast a shadow
And it's 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