red rose Ribbon for your hair I'll shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby I'll shoot the moon For you A vulture circles Over your head For you baby I'll
Translation: Waits, Tom. I'll Shoot The Moon.
a red rose Ribbon for your hair I'll shoot the moon Right out of the sky For you baby I'll shoot the moon For you A vulture circles Over your head For you baby I'll
mad, I took off to my pad I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare, how did she get back there? I swear I do declare,
Buy me a drink and I'll tell you what I seen And I'll give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac's dream That buys a black widow spider with a riddle
the people say ridin' high in April, seriously shot down in May, but I know I'm gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath a buttery moon that
a snuff flick G, feed you to a pig, your wig eaten up No need to dig, jigged up, bleeding from your ribs like squibs I'll eat the brains of your kids
