The Moon Is Disgusting

Look up to the moon

Whistle up a tune

Keep it to yourself

For now, the same old lie

Everybody knows

But nobody says

Right between the devil and the deep blue sky

The bigger the pond, the fatter the geese

The deeper the water, the deeper the freeze

The sweeter the blood is the fatter the fleas

The sweeter the blood is the fatter the fleas

The moon is disgusting, it's made of cheese

A wet cheese, left out in the cold

The moon is disgusting, or so I've been told

What you thought you knew

What you thought was blue

Reason werewolves do the things you heard they did

Tinker Toys and bowls

Lincoln Logs and SIVs

Birds and bricks with lashes, stones and this year's sticks

We'll get rid of the locks, but we're keeping the keys

Eat all the bread, then we'll pay all the fees

Sell off the dogs, then we'll trade all the fleas

Strong in the elbows but weak in the knees

Honey tastes sweeter when you anger the bees

The honey tastes sweeter when you anger the bees

The moon is disgusting, it's made of cheese

A wet cheese, left out in the cold

The moon is disgusting, or so I've been told