Bayou Moon

The moon smiled and told me that my hair looked swell

And I followed her to the top of that hill

The one where Rosemary lost her cherry, screaming Henry

The one where Jo Boy pulled the trigger, spreading himself thinner

Its voodoo child

You better get on home before Mary rips your eyeballs out

That bridge was made for jumping

That moon, she'll fuck  your head

Laugh at you through the bubbles sure

You best stay in tonight

At  the top of the hill, that moon put on her mask, lord have mercy

And asked if I loved her as much as Henry said

Henry was a no good cheat of a man, I'd kill him if I could

But I blushed and gave her flowers and glimpsed her cleavage

Its voodoo child

That spot just above her legs is angry

Bury you faster than Typhoid Mary

That moon, she'll fuck your head

Laugh at you through the flames burnin'

You best stay in tonight

Have you ever made love to the moon, forget your name

Sweet whiskey dreams and the pungent smell of love on leather

She'll give you things that will make you forget sweet sunshine

Give it up for another taste of her wine, brush of her thigh

Its Voodoo child 

You made your bed boy

She'll cut your throat fine

That moon she'll fuck your head

Laugh at you through your broken dreams

You should have stayed in

© 2011 Crowley