In their ever-growing pantheon of felicitous pastorals, this one is way up there…
From the Hail to the Thief record
I sucked the moon
I spoke too soon
And how much did it cost?
I was dropped from
Moonbeams
And sailed on shooting stars
Maybe you’ll
Be president
But know right from wrong
Or in the flood
You’ll build an Ark
And sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon
Sail us to the moon













