Paul Weller - Moonshine Lyrics
A bag of nervesI seem to suppressAlien of beingNot known to duressMoonshine, moonshineThere's something in the hills I cannot possesAs dark as sundayWe're woven againI pack no meaningI'm shrunken in vainMoonshine, moonshineI'm bleak as TuesdayI seek no applauseNot really like meRefuse to go onMy faith has been surely firedI'm schooled in the test of timeMoonshine, moonshineThere's something in the hills I cannot possesI'm deaf as ThursdayI seek to explodeOne hour dailyI work to implode Moonshine, moonshine