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)