The Crimea

Howling At The Moon Won't Make It Better

The Crimea


Though we seldom get annoyed 
That's our choice 
On this bad ass earth 
On a scale of one to ten 
Let's pretend 
Life's a six or seven 

Could have sworn that i was right 
Over and over 

Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power 
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring 
Howling at the moon won't make it better 
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons 
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere 
Howling at the moon won't make it better 

When i looked into her eyes 
I was surprised 
To see signs of life 
I'm her liver, I'm her lung 
I bring this message 
Have some fun 

Could have sworn that I was right 
Over and over 

Tornadoes are nothing compared to the power 
The glory, the chaos, the nightmare recurring 
Howling at the moon won't make it better 
Idiots, animals, klutzes, buffoons 
Philistines, sodomites, everywhere, everywhere 
Howling at the moon won't make it better 

Don't leave me in this world 

Life becoming, fast becoming 
Broken, choked, hideous, insipid 
Howling at the moon wont make it better