I gotta tell you a story from way back. Truck on down and dig me jack. There's big moe, little moe, four-eyed moe, no moe,. Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother eat moe. Moe, moe
Bird rise high from the cinders. Leave it all far behind. All the ruins and the fire Bird raise your head from the ashes. Many men lay dead. You can see them like I Phoenix rise. Raise your head
