Shoot the Moon - Cold Chisel

We’ve been dancing around this feeling

Tip tiptoeing around that word

It’s so easy to say but God dammit

Nobody wanna say it first

Nobody wanna say it first

How high is the moon tonight

It ain’t too high to shoot

You can take it or leave it or hit the ground running

Right here on the end of my boot

Love is loaded and so is my gun, filled right to the hilt

So take a chance now mama, horizontal or standing, gonna shake you 'til I make

you tilt

Shake you 'til I make you tilt

Don’t you think it’s time

I know what’s on your mind

Way down south we can get a little liquor

Way down south where the air gets thicker

Come on baby now

Here’s the kicker

Bite that bullet, pull it Pull the trigger

Cock the hammer and hammer the lock

You’re looking pretty cute

In your little white frock with your

All night boots ridin' up your thighs

What you got in your clip

Can only fantasise

Spin that chamber and fire

An' hope to fuck I get out alive

Don’t you think it’s time

You know what’s on my mind

Can’t hold on now, the moon’s gettin' bigger

Down that rye, suck on that jigger

Eye to eye, together I figure

Gonna bite that bullet, come on pull it, pull it

Pull the trigger