Like you were eating sleeping pills

You don't know what you've got until

It's gone

And you're willing to kill

Tomorrow and today

Now you could cut a worm in two

Who never really bothered you

And find below a cherry moon

The price that I had paid

The majors

The billboards

The science of sleep

The workers with clocks and trainees

You'll find below a cherry moon

The show cats

And midgets

Who fall to their knees

With pagers and big smoking trees

You'll find below a cherry moon

Without a rhythm or a song

And nothing real to lean upon

The ones who never did belong

Will wind up in the hay

The ones who really did you in

Were bound to give you up to win

The war designed for sickening

That blew us all away

The ones who really did you in

Were bound to give you up to win

The war designed for sickening

That blew us all away

The meat pack district

The drums and the beat

The red lights that make us believe

You'll find below a cherry moon

The hood rat merits

With all certainty

We'll end up as beggars and thieves

You'll find below a cherry moon

Without a rhythm or a song

And nothing real to lean upon

The ones who never did belong

Will wind up in the hay

The ones who really did you in

Were bound to give you up to win

The war designed for sickening

That blew us all away

Without a rhythm or a song

And nothing real to lean upon

The ones who never did belong

Will wind up in the hay