Howling at the Moon - 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