Well there’s a crazy moon, been up all week
 And it’s messing with the things that I think and do
 And I find myself staring at a screen
 wondering how far [bad word] since the death of cool
 There ain’t no targets to aim for
 No more mountains to climb
 At least they’re not where they used to be
 Why even keep it hard in a flat-lined world
 where every piece of dung is the next big thing
 What’s gonna happen now?
 Will the good guys pull through somehow?
 Stay tuned till next time and we’ll see what’s what
 Now the boys upstairs with all their best and worst intentions
 know that chaos always wins out in the end
 They don’t got your back
 so use your imagination
 and be pretty goddamned careful how you choose your friends
 So hold each other tight now and look into each other’s eyes
 Don’t be too impressed with the ones above
 ‘Cause the world’s getting shaved by another [bad word] barber
 and you gotta build your [bad word] with the ones you love
 Well the lies [bad word] tough
 We need wings to stay above
 Stay tuned till next time and we’ll see what’s what