Blood Moon
Blood Moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a clue where to start
Without a song of my own.
Blood Moon
What’d you howl to your mates for?
It’s not the thing I signed up for
When I became your chauffeur.
I drove you to the Gardener’s Arms
With your oh so resistible charms.
Six pints of Brewdog later
They didn’t have to persuade yer,
I was ready to drive you back
But you wanted to hang with the pack.
Blood Moon
I’m no longer alone
They stood around me and barked
And I just want to go home.
Blood Moon
Now I’m chewed to the bone
Your hairy friend is eating my heart
And I just want to go home.
—
With sincere apologies to Rodgers and Hart, and Manchester City.
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