Below the Cherry Moon

Like you were eating sleeping pills You don’t know what you’ve got until It’s gone And you’re willing to kill Tomorrow and today Now you could cut a worm in two Who never really bothered you And find below a cherry moon The price that I had paid The majors The billboards The science of sleep The workers with clocks and trainees You’ll find below a cherry moon The show cats And midgets Who fall to their knees With pagers and big smoking trees You’ll find below a cherry moon Without a rhythm or a song And nothing real to lean upon The ones who never did belong Will wind up in the hay The ones who really did you in Were bound to give you up to win The war designed for sickening That blew us all away The ones who really did you in Were bound to give you up to win The war designed for sickening That blew us all away The meat pack district The drums and the beat The red lights that make us believe You’ll find below a cherry moon The hood rat merits With all certainty We’ll end up as beggars and thieves You’ll find below a cherry moon Without a rhythm or a song And nothing real to lean upon The ones who never did belong Will wind up in the hay The ones who really did you in Were bound to give you up to win The war designed for sickening That blew us all away Without a rhythm or a song And nothing real to lean upon The ones who never did belong Will wind up in the hay