Stoned Moonchild

Kill the tiger, please
thunder bolts, seize
Fever all night and pain
exhausted clouds will soon rain

You got room and you know
my moonchild is not a stone
I sit on my wooden throne
Combing my sun faded hair

Laugh, laugh, laugh, yeah
Fools serving schools
Behind me, they appraise
Infront of me they say
Cruel bindings of a fearsome stupid lord