Looming Bad Moon

(hmmmm) There's a stain on the sky tonight

Cold wind biting through the screen

Something lurking just out of sight

Red eyes on a television machine

Oh the pressure is starting to rise

No escaping where the shadow lies

Underneath the bad moon,

we run

Nowhere left to hide from what we have done

Underneath the bad moon,

we bleed

Chasing down the only thing we need

Dusty roads and a broken wheel

Iron cage with a rusted lock

Can't believe what we cannot feel

Counting down on a dying clock

Oh the pressure

is starting to rise

No escaping where the shadow lies

Underneath the bad moon,

we run

Nowhere left to hide from what we have done

Underneath the bad moon,

we bleed

Chasing down the only thing we need

Bad moon...

rising high... We run...

under the bad

moon... (oh-oh-oh)