Tumbleweave - Black Moth

Who is the maiden running through the trees?

Her crown catches the moonlight as she drops to her knees

She stumbles around on the sodden leaves

She peels off an eyelash and begins to dry heave

Come to me, Tumbleweave

Beef-witted wonder wench, he’s on your trail

The belligerent poker from the Daily Mail

You’re the fairy-tale princess of his wildest dreams

In a paper tiara you’re the Burger Queen

Come to me, Tumbleweave

Your eyes say rock and roll, but your breath

Says pepperoni

Baby you’re the one for me

Your smile says you got soul, but your blue lips

Say WKD

Baby you’re the one for me