Bad moon rising
I see a bad moon a-rising, I see trouble on my way.
I see burnt wakes of lightning, I see bad times ahead.
Ref:
Don´t call round tonight, they´re bond to take your bag.
There´s a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes a-blowing, I know, the end is coming soon.
I feal rivers overflowin´, I hear the voice of rack and
ruin.
Ref:
Hope you got your things together, hope you can grab a bag
to day.
Looks like we´re in for hasty weather, well now, you´re
thinking for a nap.
(hinzugefügt von Slate)