Loonus is back, Loonus is back, Loonus is back, Loonus is back, Loonus is back with his pony, a trap, and his big mouth.
His eyes through the years, with his tears and his fears, in a head house.
Hung on a star, his cigar is suspended from his lips.
His coat is a mole, and his bread is a deprivation.
That keeps him down
Messiah's children are in the deep sheets of his bed
He has a heart, but his arms are mad
Made of yeti
Oh yeah, his dreams are laced with a liquid dust
Faces of his love
Oh, lunacy hidden in a skid of a gasoline rainbow
Is why he was claimed as a trend explainer of madness
Imagine a picture from St. Peter's Bubbles
With my sunny eyes like his
Maybe there are troubles, but there are faces of white
Back to me, I choose to be a devil
Oh, lunacy is bad
This is bad
Lunacy is bad
Lunacy is bad