Supermoon - Songtext
von The Burning Hell

Sorry to turn on the light
I hate to wake you in the middle of the night
But you were snoring like you were being waterboarded
And you know how I feel about torture
Yes, I know how you feel about torture
It′s all over, though it's hard to believe it
We should pack whatever is needed
Then haul our affairs down the apples and pears
And make like a drummer and beat it
I′m gonna make like a drummer and beat it


It's coming up a supermoon
We'll dance like sailors danced
Back in the days when there were sailors and dancing
We′ll shake like everyone′s watching and we know how to move
The cha cha cha and the boogaloo too
A cocktail shaker, a karaoke machine
We'll bring one of each
Then meet our friends where the moonlight hits the sand
Down on Revival Beach
Down on Revival Beach

Kevin brought the wine from the wedding
The troll gets the glasses and pours
The patient and the nurse say, "Hey, it could be worse
At least we don′t have to work anymore"
No one has to work anymore

It's coming up a supermoon
We′ll sing all the songs
We hardly know how to sing, but we'll sing regardless
Pass the wine, remember the government
Looks like their bill came due
But who needs a government when there′s dancing to do

It's coming up a supermoon
Considering the chaos and upheaval
This is all much more medieval than evil
Bonfires and beaches, passion and speeches
Darren plays a little tune on the lute
Let's start again, get the juice and the gin
And put on your birthday suit