the green moon gets it in the mud

The green moon never shines

It throws up fire-crackers to get into line

While the blue gangs watch with religion in their minds

Nothing to catch let it play its games

The green moon talks of sins and sinners

It even writes about lies going to hell

Now it falls on its own advice

Its credibility flying out with the wind

Between the leaves and branches

There will be the bad whisper of sin

How the green moon falls into its own trap

Trying to be holy but falls into Satan’s grip

The spin of damage control

It can’t help to arrest its shame

There is no excuse but to admit

The green moon falls into Satan’s teeth

The green moon still spins its tales

Blaming others for its own sin

Its credibility down in the mud

It gets its own melt down