Follow the Moon

Holy rollers, yeah, black-paint girls
Wild-eyed servants, wine-stained pearls
Nothing synthetic, only pure
The doc-doc, I said, the doctor's orders
Got you dying from the cure

To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock'n'roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said, you better point your fingers soon
Yeah, well, who done it?

See the sinners shine baby, otherworldly glow
Said the clock is tick-tick-ticking, slow is the flow
The miracle of madness, sweet undertow
At one with sadness
Yeah, as the story goes and it goes and it goes

To leave the sun and follow the moon
Rock'n'roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
I said, you better point your fingers soon
Oh, oh, ooh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah

To leave the sun and follow the moon
I said, rock'n'roll has made a mess of you
If you're gonna make an accusation
You better point your fingers soon

If you're gonna make your accusation
You better make it, you better make it
You better make it stick, stick