WHITE MOON

White moon, white moon Breaks open the tune Of a deserted cartoon That I wrote Creature come, creature creature My own double feature As I'm warming the bleachers at home Well, my nose keeps on bleeding Cause its Rita I'm needing I better call now a meeting Of the boys, of the boys My friends are all dying And death cant be lying It's the truth and It don't make a noise Oh, Rita, oh Rita If you lived in Reseda I would move you with The beat of a drum And this picture is proof That although you're aloof You had the shiniest tooth 'neath the sun Easy come, easy go Be a star of the show I'll give 'em enough all I know To get more, to get more Photograph the picture Young grunt pin up scripture For the locker tagged memories of war OH, mirage this garage And the photo montage And the finger massage From the host Good Lord, good Lord The one I adored That I cannot afford Is a ghost, is a ghost Proto social is the word And the word is the bird That flew through the herd In the snow, in the snow Lemonade me then grade me Then deliver my baby And if my friends all persuade me I'll go Blink blink at me Rita Don't you know I'm a bleeder And I promise I wouldn't Lead her on But she met me then led me And I ate what was fed me Till I purged every word In this song