Low, she sell the skis, Jesus Christ, won't you falling? Hear the cries, won't you follow them Down on the ground, down on my head Under the Moon, won't you follow them? Oh, what you lost will be given, what you lost Oh, the Sun sat down on me, but you lost it all over the Moon Now there's rioting in the streets Especially red-eyed over in the streets The militants are singing, we play with the blood People screaming, but you're loud At over the Moon, at over the Moon At over the Moon, over the Moon