I wish that I could fly.
High above the sky.
Upon the moon to ride
and upon the people spy.

For a lunatic am I,
a lunatic am I,
a lunatic am I,
And I am high.

I wish that I could spy,
past your unzipped fly,
and gaze upon the wonders kept
safe between your thighs.

For a lunatic am I,
a lunatic am I,
a lunatic am I,
And I am high.

I wish that I could taste,
the lips of virgins chaste.
I wish that I could rattle bones
with loving, knowing, whoring crones.
I wish this moon will never wane
and pray for it to rise again
The moon loves me for who i am
just your average simple man

You're the lunatic I am,
the lunatic I am,
the lunatic I am,
Our lives are a sham.