Song parody of
The Sun & The Moon
by Alex Hawkins
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I see a woman preaching on the street
Telling me that I'm wrong
And there really is a God
But I let it go, cos' I know
She's only preaching peace and love
And I see a man clenching prison bars
Saying you are my lover
My brother in arms
He speaks quite low
Pleading innocent for what he's done
Under the Sun and the Moon
Under the Sun and the Moon
The streets of London reverberate
With beliefs about my fate
Now I see a priest and he talks about death
I fear his striking words
And I fear my own breath
He cast a spell
With age old perceptions of hell
Then I see a drunk, he coughs and he spits
Surprisingly wise
With his philosophical ideas
Though he seems to confuse
His different views
Under the Sun and the Moon
Under the Sun and the Moon
The streets of London reverberate
With beliefs about my fate
I see the devil and he lives in my head
He feeds me ideas and he breathes down my neck
Such a little chatterbox
Won't you take this matchbox
Light up a flame
And disappear to hell once again
I see a woman preaching on the street
Telling me that I'm wrong
And there really is a God
But I let it go, cos' I know
She's only preaching peace and love
And I see a man clenching prison bars
Saying you are my lover
My brother in arms
He speaks quite low
Pleading innocent for what he's done
Under the Sun and the Moon
Under the Sun and the Moon
The streets of London reverberate
With beliefs about my fate
Now I see a priest and he talks about death
I fear his striking words
And I fear my own breath
He cast a spell
With age old perceptions of hell
Then I see a drunk, he coughs and he spits
Surprisingly wise
With his philosophical ideas
Though he seems to confuse
His different views
Under the Sun and the Moon
Under the Sun and the Moon
The streets of London reverberate
With beliefs about my fate
I see the devil and he lives in my head
He feeds me ideas and he breathes down my neck
Such a little chatterbox
Won't you take this matchbox
Light up a flame
And disappear to hell once again
