The Moon Is Mine

No calls, no letters

Just fireweeds and stinging nettles

But the moon is mine

Yeah the moon is mine

Bad news in the papers

Bad news for this sinner's wages

But the moon is mine

Yeah the moon is mine

Skim a stone across the river

Throw all my money in the wishing well

I can't afford the cost of living

If the price is living hell

No-one to call me baby no no

No valentines again

But the moon is mine

Yeah the moon is mine

No hook to hang my hat on

No rooms for rent today

But the moon is mine

Yeah the moon is mine

Skim a stone across the river

Throw all my money in a wishing well

I can't afford the cost of living

If the price is living hell

I used to believe in a glittering prize

But lately I've seen

That that's just a pillow of lies

And the moon is mine

Yeah the moon is mine

That beautiful ball of cheese

Is my personal property

The moon is mine

The moon is mine

Oh the moon is mine

The moon is... mine