Here we go...
Give me riches give me fame
I say it's a devious game
Lots'a bitching gone insane
Better keep away things profane
Taking chances high and dry
Hidden laws made to abide
Secret deeds in backrooms
Gloomy staring eyes
Under the moonlight
Dreams may turn out real
Makes me wonder
If you share that same feel
Wicked thinking based on sin
No repentance of anything (anything)
Sit thru sessions of depression
Acting sure to bear no signs of drain
No reluctance just open greed
Ruptured dying eyes
Under the moonlight
Dreams may turn out real
Makes me wonder
If you share that same feel
Hey yeah
Back to where angels fear to tread
Where idle demons roam instead
Magic potions sipped breathlessly
Keep that shape indefinitely
Under the moonlight
Dreams may turn out real
Makes me wonder
If you share that same feel
Under the moonlight
Dreams may turn out real
Makes me wonder
If you share that same
You share that same
You share that same feel
Makes me wonder
