The Moon Lies...

The more things change the more they stay the same
My kingdom for a cheap cliché
Fall in line, do your time
If you’re ever in your right mind
They’ll be bidding you to give it away
Like a three-time loser
Or chemical abuser
All that wisdom passed out on the floor
Say what the fuck’s
With this luck?
It hits me like a Mack truck
Like the wrong side of the door
From the day I was born
I was told, I was warned
Be careful what you wish for boy
Life is hard; you’ll be scarred
And the freaks are in your back yard
It’s a never-ending search for joy
And who’s the big winner
The saints or the sinners?
When all your life you scrimp and you whore
And the game stays the same
It’s withstanding all the hard rain
It’s a place I’ve been before
The moon lies in your eyes
Like sweet dreams for clear skies…