Under a moonlit sky
I listen to The Clash
Fall asleep on the ocean
A horizon swallows the moon
I grab my pillow tight in the room
I ain't got no secret to conceal
I ain't got no money
Ain't got no remorse
I got some snakes and diamonds inside of me
Sometimes I see a black bird and a white lion
Sometimes I see my clone
I see something come to me
I just feel like I’m in the moon
Yeah I’m in trouble
I'm in trouble
Sometimes I drink with the flies
Dance like old James Brown
On the edge of this sound
I want Vans shoes and Brixton caps Dickies
just waiting for friends in the mall
I see the Sphinx in this palace
My knowledge is useless
I can't stand myself anymore
In my room everyday
I stare at the verge of the ceiling
I draw the crowd dancing in the club
Float on my bed drinking Stout
Where the fuck is my Bud
I don't get it
There’s something wrong with my soul
Yes indeed