Face in the Moon

How hard
How hard am I gonna throw
This rope around the goat?
How hard
How hard am I gonna go
Away from home?

I could lasso the Moon
Squeeze my thighs, fingers clenched tight
Jump and swing through the stars
Step out of sculpted cars in stressful gowns
Splash in the deep
It'll never feel like it did in the dyberry creek

Two different
Natures are pulling at me
Contradicting instincts to break the filly
Spicy and green, no pedigree
But showing promise
Promise me
You could lasso my Moon

It will take muscle to hold me down
Show me the morning
I'll moan you a tune
Dreamworks boy better grow up
Better see what he's been sitting on
Still fishing for nothing
Fisher-price life ain't gonna cut it
Fishing for nothing

How hard
How hard am I gonna throw
This rope around my throat?
How hard
How hard am I gonna crush
The Moon beneath my boot?

No need stop, I'll carry your head
Just for the fine fresh air
The small compete, you are here
You can catch the bank for anything
No need stop, I'll carry your head
Just for the fine fresh air
The small compete, you are here
You can catch the bank for anything