Now it's been years since I cried for the moon
The moon has been occupied, I'm something else myself
I'm a hairy man, I'm a graveyard
I'm broken-winged, going backwards
I'm an active man, I'm history
I'm broken-winged with patches over my eyes
I'm a faceless man, afraid of an exposer
The early sixties rocked
Though the girl was flat-chested
That's what was said about her, we craved for Elvis
And so we went under a big limbo
My finger got some skin and the older ones shagged
And so we shut down our brains from the world
And then I got some too, shagged the whole world
Now the time has stopped, and I look at the moon
Everything stands still, now I'm a man's rib
I'm an endless night, I'm literature
I'm baby Jesus without Mary
I'm the work of ages, I'm a new Bible
Singing six new arias into the night
I'm not afraid of history, I'm a graveyard