paroles de chanson Blue Moon - Buck Bowen

Starving for a hand out, bite the hand that feeds
Holding a plunger, rowing up Shit's Creek
Pilot the waters, twisting and twain
Measure the depth, 12 feet to reach insane

Time is now, when has it never been not?
Flirt with the past, massage the hands of the clock
Run from the future, colorful of the blues
Ship has sailed, drowned in the fountain of youth

Can't stop looking, impulsive imagery please let it stop
Mind of its own, out of control does whatever it wants
Da dada, let the record show the files have been hidden
If it's a conflict of interest, it can be discussed without fuss or a mention

Forbidden, bitten, biting fruit knowledge is giving
Education has its limits imagine if they took a bite out a lemon
What ever, the here and now is forever
Call it a present endeavor, the past don't exist and tomorrow is never