Coming Off The Moon - Max Webster

Coming off the moon

With my lady luck in haste

Gave me shots of sorrow

Shaved in photogenic lace

Tying off her arm

My lady luck did answer--

Turn up the sky father music

Everything below you is cancer

Talking as she walks

So nervous and so shy

She reads the look a second time

Because of people’s eyes…

I love I love I love I love Khalidia

Eye love eye love eye love eye love Khalidia

Shooting up a thought

Higher than the sky

She turns around

And looks at all the people’s eyes

Licking off the spoon

My lady luck with cheers

Gave wedding bells to martyrs

Who burned her grace to tears