The Moon Looks Like a Tomato — текст песни (Smoking Popes)

And the moon looks like a tomato
And there`s a blanket over the sun
And all the stars fall out of the sky
One by one
One by one
They all fall down

(chorus)
They all fall
There`s none left at all
They all fall down
They all fall
They can`t stand
The judgment at hand
They all fall down
Down

And the wind becomes a tornado
And all the houses built on the sand
Will all come crashing down to the ground
One by one
One by one
They all fall down

(chorus twice)

And a thousand reasons to never
Take the outstretched hand of the sun
Every excuse just crumbles to dust
One by one
One by one
They all fall down

(chorus)