Giraffe Tongue Orchestra - Blood Moon

Decode me like a cipher Our secrets can't get lost I look into your eyes and Always gladly pay the cost We rumble through these jungle streets Like an airborne terminal illness Hard luck and bad money We dine where the sun can't shine We come alive where the blood moon rises We come alive where the stars align We love to feed upon the pretty faces We dine where the sun can't shine Mistakes and bad decisions Become a way of life And now I can't recover The skin I shed but I kept the knife We come alive where the blood moon rises We come alive where the stars align We love to feed upon the pretty faces We dine where the sun can't shine We rumble through these jungle streets Like an airborne terminal illness We dine where the sun can't shine