Only in Moonlight (One Hit Higher) Lyrics

When the kreplach starts to be

A funeral pyre

And the gleaming madams of Yoke Street

Start to wane

You may find you can't speed

On four flat tires

Feel an existential need

For barren plains

Where the mighty have no call

For crying games

And the snow wolf sees them all

As pacing lame

You may find you sit beside

An earthen fire

With a shaman in the shrouds

Getting one hit higher

And if crustaceans ruled the land

As they did before

With an ever-present claw

And uncrushed armor

And as they croaked of laws

Taxing muck and mire

I'd like to be Buddha in the straws

Getting one hit higher

I'd like to be Buddha in the straws

Getting one hit higher