Lunar

Lunar

All that it was was a fine-toothed comb

Only in on the night

All that it was was just one pound of flesh

Hound you until you get it right

All that it was was a cannibal buzz

Eating me up day on day

All that it needs was an old pile of seeds

An old, sour Beaujolais

All that it wore was a little brittle slip

Drooping right over my head

All that it says is there's nothing left to bless

All that it said is it's dead