Текст песни Follow the Moon - The Black Crowes

Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girls
Wild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearls
Nothing synthetic, only pure
Doctor, that's doctor's orders
Got you dying from the cure

To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock and roll has made a mess of you
You're gonna make an accusation
I said you better point your fingers soon
Yeah, for who? Damn it

See the sinners shine, baby, otherworldly glow
Said the clock is tick-tick-ticking, slow is the flow
The miracle of madness, sweet undertow
At one with sadness
Yeah, as the story goes, and it goes, and it goes

To beat the sun and follow the moon
Rock and roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said, you better point your fingers soon
Oh, oh, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Leave the sun and follow the moon
I said, rock and roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
You better point your fingers soon

If you're gonna make your accusation
You better make it, you better make it
You better make it stick, stick