[ . there will always be a moon over marin . ]

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The crowded future stings my eyes

I still find time to exercise

In uniform with two white stripes

 

Unlock my section of the sand

It's fenced off to the water's edge

I clamp a gas mask on my head

 

On my beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

 

Another tanker's hit the rocks

Abandoned to spill out its guts

The sand is laced with sticky glops

 

Oh, shimmering moonlight sheen upon

The waves and water clogged with oil

White gases steam up from the soil

 

On my beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

 

I squish dead fish between my toes

Try not to step on any bones

I turn around and I go home

 

I slip back through my basement door

Switch off all that I own below

Dive in my scalding wooden tub

 

My own beach at night

Bathe in my moonlight

 

'Ight

'Ight

 

There will always be a moon over Marin

 

There, wasn't that a nice visit?

Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on duty twenty-four hours a day in the blue room

Just up from the parking garage

Drink plenty of water when you take these

Now you can relax

And return to your job!

 

Written by Jello Biafra

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