We sing a song of sadness
From cradle to the tomb
Little, shiny, happy people
Howlin’ at the moon.
There’s nothing left for supper
It’s just an empty spoon
So instead, we eat each other
Howlin’ at the moon.
Tonight, I feel like dying
But that ain’t much for news
A cockroach dances in the kitchen
Howlin’ at the moon.
My grandma’s always painting
A canvas, gruesome blue
Still I laugh at all the people
Howlin’ at the moon.
I like it on this island
It’s safer without you
On with romping! On with roaming!
Howlin’ at the moon.
These streets are garbage rivers
That drip out from the womb
You and I, the fruit that’s fallen
Howlin’ at the moon.
Howlin’ at the moon
Howlin’ at the moon
You and I, the fruit that’s fallen
Howlin’ at the moon.