Lay low
Moonshine
Drink slow
That poison wine
Hanging on the vine like razor wire
I know this ain't no goddamn ruse
I saw your mama last night on the moon
She was covered up in mosquitoes
And there ain't no line she won't cross

She won't cross
House fire
Tall choir
Sing low
A hymn for time
Screeching through the smoke and the chambered pyre
I know this ain't no goddamn ruse
I saw your mama last night on the moon
She was covered up in mosquitoes
And there ain't no line she won't cross
She won't cross
Sound off when I call you
Line up boys and listen
Yeah, there's a learning curve here in the land of the living
Daddy don't leave us, they cried to the rhythm
Of that crude congregation of gossip and flame
Yeah, that crude congregation of gossip and flame
I know this ain't no goddamn ruse
I saw your mama last night on the moon
She was covered up in mosquitoes
And there ain't no line she won't cross
She won't cross