on the back of the moon

Show the freedom that is predicted
By someone's words,
By someone once,
Someone with voice
Someone who votes,
Votes for a happiness
With a little black spoon
In his throat
Which is climbing towards near his nose,
Which is blaming
  Him
     And
     His toes
With a piece of a cake in one's vicious hand
Which he shakes and he makes and becomes
closest friends
With a man who is blind
Who's got terrible mind,
A redemption is not a prediction for us
I am standing right here
And I'm waiting for bus
As for me, glass of wine is the best application
To death and his friend who prepares the occasion,
So I'm laying you down in the city of glory,
Where I have to be proud of my sins and my worries
Because everything changes with nothing
  tonight,
And I'll be a great fool if I don't try to fight.
So show me the future or slice of a pancake
   With someone remarks and your silicate napkin
I would look for reason if it would be nice,
But now I am a wolf and I yell once or twice,
On
   The back
  Of the moon.