have you seen the moon tonight
it's very nearly full
so eat & drink your fill
for soon twill come to pass
the king will feed the grass
& sacrifice his personality
to the tree
to the sea
cos 'its not me...'
oh no personality
will never pass for me
because I'm
really the grass
sing a song of satisfaction
here turns the worm
pockets full of sperm
& seas that tilt & spill
while we go through the mill
& leave the cosmic bill for someone else
to feel the pulse
to make the choice
& waltz the night away
who pays?
Not me anyway
not today thanks
I've other fish to fry
Now I must fly
flyyyyyy