It's rising up overhead,
come the sunrise you'll be dead.
And as you near, you chant the tune,
you can't escape the three bag moon.
Moving tides wash the street,
gentle winds will follow.
Pealing bells and alibis...
Chase the pack tomorrow.

Hold your breath and look again,
if you dare to face it.
Three bag moon reappears.
There's no way to change it.

Lycanthropic shadows grow,
your heart's pumping faster
Pull the reins to no effect:
You are not the Master.

Shield your eyes and listen hard,
trying to erase it.
Three bag moon reappears.
Learn how to embrace it.

Change your name from Tungsten,
and greet the silver flow.
Extricate reflection
and catch the midnight show.

From the album "International World"
Words and Music by JJ Jenkins and George Petersen
© 1995 JENPET Music International (ASCAP)