Lay low Moonshine Drink slow That poison wine Hanging on the vine like razor wire I know this ain't no goddamn ruse I saw your mama last night on the moon She was covered up in mosquitoes And there ain't no line she won't cross House fire Tall choir Sing low A hymn for time Screeching through the smoke and the chambered pyre I know this ain't no goddamn ruse I saw your mama last night on the moon She was covered up in mosquitoes And there ain't no line She won't cross Sound off when I call you Line up boys and listen Yeah, there's a learning curve here in the land of the living Daddy don't leave us, they cried to the rhythm Of that crude congregation of gossip and flame Yeah, that crude congregation of gossip and flame I know this ain't no goddamn ruse I saw your mama last night on the moon She was covered up in mosquitoes And there ain't no line she won't cross She won't cross