Moon out of Phase

Wednesday, wake up
Thinking about make-up
Barely make it into clothes
The creeping and the menace grows
Ah, into a world of foes

Felt-up, smacked down
Wondering if you get around
Shame, shame, shame, if you do
Confirming what you always knew
Ooh, this world is not for you

Move into phase with the mic
The moon is in space and it don't know what it feels like
Losing a trace of the fair in its face
It is old, it is old
And in time you're gonna see it again

Straight white pig pen
There's that drip again
Clicking like a metronome
An echo from the catacomb
You'll never be at home