Lunar

All that it was was a fine-toothed comb

Only in on the night

All that it was was just one pound of flesh

And you didn't get it right

All that it was was a cannibal buzz

Leading you on, day on day

All that it means was in old Paris scenes

An old, sour Beaujolais

All that it wore was a little brittle slip

Drooping right over my head

All that it says is there's nothing left to bless

All that it said is it's dead