Lunatic Moon by Bill Roper with Amy McNally

(Chorus)
You hear it as it's crossing the horizon
And you know that you cannot escape the tune.
Feel the line of tension that is rising
And you know that there are madmen coming soon
With the lunatic moon.

There's music in the moonlight as it rises overhead
And the melody you're hearing means someone's already dead.
It's a symphony of sorrow and of polyphonic pain
Saying life is for the losers and there's nothing left to gain,
But you have to keep on running and you have to shut it out
If you want to keep on living when the madmen are about.

You look at the horizon where the full moon's rising red
And you wish that you were wise enough to be at home in bed.
It's a tremolo of terror, it's a funerale of fear
And you wish that you were crying, but you cannot find a tear.
And you know that there are madmen for you hear them start to wail.
And you have to keep on running cause the madmen never fail.

(Bridge)
You cannot let them catch you, for the song has made them mad.
The moon has stripped away the inhibitions that they had
And set the madmen free as they're released from their cocoon.
There's madness in the music and you pray that you're immune
To the lunatic moon.

There's music in the moonlight as it rises overhead
And the melody you're hearing means someone's already dead.
It's a symphony of sorrow and of polyphonic pain
Saying life is for the losers and there's nothing left to gain,
But you have to keep on running and you have to shut it out
If you want to keep on living when the madmen are about.

(Final chorus)
With the lunatic moon.
It's a lunatic moon.

• Folk
• filk
• Des Plaines