Crimea Howling At The Moon Won't Make It Better
Though we seldom get annoyed
That's our choice
On this bad ass earth
On a scale of one to ten
Let's pretend
Life's a six or seven
Could have sworn that i was right
Over and over
Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring
Howling at the moon won't make it better
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere
Howling at the moon won't make it better
When i looked into her eyes
I was surprised
To see signs of life
I'm her liver, I'm her lung
I bring this message
Have some fun
Could have sworn that I was right
Over and over
Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring
Howling at the moon won't make it better
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere
Howling at the moon won't make it better
Don't leave me in this world
Life becoming, fast becoming
Broken, choked, hideous, insipid
Howling at the moon wont make it better
