Put on your favorite dress.
Wear your hair in Norman styles.
You walk like a fraud, and rattle all the while.
My deepest thoughts are confessions to hate wild blood-shot eyes.
And deaf, deaf ears, lost and scared.
Under a starless sky.
Ugly moon, cast on you.
There's a
Ugly moon, cast on you
And it's burning bright.
Burning bright.
I'm thrown unto the past, and
Becoming something new.
While you tried to reinvent everybody else but you.
I spent my winter days
At the cemetary gates.
The walking dead are running dry
On blood that's thicker than wine
And love that's sweeter than revenge.
Ugly moon, cast on you.
There's a
Ugly moon, cast on you
And it's burning bright.
Burning bright.
You're striped like a tiger with mean streaks.
Ugly moon, cast on you.
There's a
Ugly moon, cast on you
And it's burning bright.
Burning bright.
