Lyrics:
of the light now, la la la la luna, la la la la luna, la la la la luna
By the light of the moon, by the light of the moon (full moon fever) (la la la la la
la la la
As I travel down lifes highways
Thinkin the days gone by
I'm a city man but my heart keeps
Yearnin for some bluey country side
In
locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey baby, are ya having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If
Uuuh... la-la-la-la-la-la
I have a gun
cnd I will shoot at the moon
I have a gun
I have a gun
ci ci ci... ci
I can't help sitting on the moon
I always sing
America or in England
I wonder if Japan or it's made by Russians
Lemme tell ya, gun man
Tell me where you get the gun from
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
know what to think
I don't know what to think
I don't know what to think
Shoot for the moon and keep a gun around (ayy, man, look)
Hopped
down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)
I landed in Tilted
are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man
are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man
lived before the wheel and before the gun.
That moon was brighter than day
And who knows, maybe even God’s way to say:
Hey, I know by the looks of it
Yeah, fuck all that sad shit, man, we gettin' straight into it, you hear me
Yeah, yeah
KD a day, a place to stay
Pull up in a rose then hopped in
that I can
But I'm blacked out on a catamaran
Can't sleep with a gun in my hand so I'm
Knee deep in a coffin of sand
La la la la la la la la
La la la la
for so long and kept it at home
Dig in to know
Go out find it
Everyone is digging their holes to hide in
You feel like a man on the moon
Feel like
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
the sky
The moon's my mammy
The storm holds my eye
Dressed in westerlies [?]
Robed by robes ol' man river knows my name
And the reason you were born
Is
the mood right
Good drink good smoke
Blowing at the moon light
Moon light
Moon light
I got the pen, blowing in the wind
Drinks in my system think I wanna
It's just another full moon.
Don't be afraid of me when I'm walking in my sleep.
Don't get alarmed, dear, when I start to crawl and creep.
Try
to the moon
Baby I'm on the moon
Now we on the moon
Now we on the moon
We on the moon
I'm on the moon
Fuck hoes by the two's
Three four five six seven
Yea
I
Man on TV got a gun
Man on CD got a gun
I'm gonna get me a gun
Gonna be someone
I'm gonna be a man
Shoot 'em one by one
When I get my gun
You know
fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
(Krueshef)
Hos-pital street, LA Grange ah my
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
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