The Moon is Mine

No calls, no letters
Just fire weeds and stinging nettles
But the moon is mine
Yeah the moon is mine
Bad news in the papers
Bad news for this sinners wages
But the moon is mine
Yeah the moon is mine
Skim a stone across the river
Throw all my money in the wishing well
I can’t afford the cost of living
If the price is living hell
Noone to call me baby, no, no
No valentines again
But the moon is mine
Yeah the moon is mine
No hook to hang my hat on
No rooms for rent today
But the moon is mine
Yeah the moon is mine
Skim a stone across the river
Throw all my money in a wishing well
I can’t afford the cost of living
If the price is living hell
All the while
I used to believe in a glittering prize
But lately I’ve seen
That, that’s just a pillow of lies
And the moon is mine
Yeah the moon is mine
That beautiful ball of cheese
Is my personal property
The moon is mine, the moon is mine
Oh the moon is mine, the moon is mine