Casablanca Moon
๐ต 1114 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:50 duration
๐ ID: 12718592
๐ Lyrics
He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez
There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
He can't count all the continents he's crossed
Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
The Man said his case was lost
He was sent to the Orient
A double agent double crossed
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
The pieces of his puzzle just don't join
People in high places want to stamp his many faces
On a trans-Caucasian coin
He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator.
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes
Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise
In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries
Underneath the Casablanca Moon
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind
The walls fell in, he saw mankind
Standing before him all raising their hands
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand
There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread
Underneath the Casablanca Moon
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
He can't count all the continents he's crossed
Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
The Man said his case was lost
He was sent to the Orient
A double agent double crossed
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
The pieces of his puzzle just don't join
People in high places want to stamp his many faces
On a trans-Caucasian coin
He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator.
Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes
Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise
In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries
Underneath the Casablanca Moon
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind
The walls fell in, he saw mankind
Standing before him all raising their hands
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.22] He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez
[00:22.79] There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez
[00:25.46] Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread
[00:29.12] Underneath the Casablanca Moon
[00:33.63] He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
[00:37.35] He can't count all the continents he's crossed
[00:40.90] Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost
[00:44.51] Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
[00:49.14] His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
[00:50.90] The Man said his case was lost
[00:56.44] He was sent to the Orient
[01:00.02] A double agent double crossed
[01:03.67] There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
[01:07.31] The pieces of his puzzle just don't join
[01:10.93] People in high places want to stamp his many faces
[01:15.52] On a trans-Caucasian coin
[01:19.13] He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later
[01:22.71] They'll find his headless body in a ventilator.
[01:30.04] Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes
[01:33.88] Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise
[01:37.40] In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries
[01:41.08] Underneath the Casablanca Moon
[01:44.78] Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind
[01:48.25] The walls fell in, he saw mankind
[01:51.84] Standing before him all raising their hands
[01:56.49] In a significant gesture which he didn't understand
[02:41.04]
[00:22.79] There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez
[00:25.46] Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread
[00:29.12] Underneath the Casablanca Moon
[00:33.63] He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
[00:37.35] He can't count all the continents he's crossed
[00:40.90] Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost
[00:44.51] Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
[00:49.14] His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
[00:50.90] The Man said his case was lost
[00:56.44] He was sent to the Orient
[01:00.02] A double agent double crossed
[01:03.67] There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
[01:07.31] The pieces of his puzzle just don't join
[01:10.93] People in high places want to stamp his many faces
[01:15.52] On a trans-Caucasian coin
[01:19.13] He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later
[01:22.71] They'll find his headless body in a ventilator.
[01:30.04] Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes
[01:33.88] Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise
[01:37.40] In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries
[01:41.08] Underneath the Casablanca Moon
[01:44.78] Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind
[01:48.25] The walls fell in, he saw mankind
[01:51.84] Standing before him all raising their hands
[01:56.49] In a significant gesture which he didn't understand
[02:41.04]