wrong name wrong face wrong time wrong place mass chant vigilante bad taste rat race we aren t the side who runs but never buys we are the ones who run but never hide and i want the moon i don t expect too much from honeymoons and i want the moon some stand some stare some laugh or much don t care passing time passing phase stupid bastard rat race there comes a line when you step out of tune there comes a clause and a respectfully yours and i want the moon we re gonna be there soon i want the fucking moon i want the moon i don t expect too much from honeymoons business man busy mind contrite like shite nothing like injustice nothing like a song to sing choose to give icons of our age and choose to live with one foot in the grave and i want the moon i don t expect too much from honeymoons and i want the moon a peaceful place that we call home i m over the fucking moon and i want the moon we don t make bargains and don t deal with markets and i want the moon we won t make bargains and don t deal with markets