Yeah it’s the dollar and guns
That seduced your sons
That drank your mild and your blood
And it’s the roar of the crowd
Telling you to be proud
As the sirens wail through the city
You know the house on the hill?
For the view you would kill
You’re serenaded by a helicopter moon
Hey! Do you wann meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Now!
Helicopter moon
I’m serenaded
I’m serenaded
Yeah it’s the thrill of your tears
You look so young for your years
I swear i’d never have known
And it’s the buzz in your ears
As the premier night it nears
You hit the town in a gown made of bone
Hey! Do you wann meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Now!
Helicopter moon
I’m serenaded
I’m serenaded
Helicopter moon
I’m serenaded by a helicopter moon
Yeah, yeah, it’s the taste of cocain
It’s not having no shame
It’s a sick little game with no rules
Yeah, it’s a taste of your pain
It’s not having no shame
It’s a sick little game with no rules
It’s a sick little game with no rules
Hey! Do you wann meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wann meet my maker?
Now!
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wann meet my maker?
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker?
Now!
Helicopter moon
Serenaded, serenaded