The moon's in her last quarter
(...?) climbs upon the horizon
But falls into the puddles of the lake
A human as whiteness
Is witness of the night that chills me inside
And turns the limbs to major wings
I am Bubo Bubo
Hover amongst a mess of troubles
And i'm turning the head full circle
I am Bubo Bubo
Hover amongst a mess of troubles
And i'm turning the head full circle
Another mental meltdown
A million has go by (...?)
Let me (...?) of the window
Feathers in the village
The daughter shall get its killing
To play like men with cheap video games
My spew is yellow
In (...?) snow
Shots of liquor shuts(?) in the door
You are drunk, dear, go home
You're addicted to drugs and alcohol
It's too dangerous at night, boy
(...?) to wear a blindfold
And I
Can't watch you growing balder
(...?) destroy yourselve in dollars
And i am done with all your troubles
Turning the head full circle
I am Bubo Bubo
But i am done with all your troubles
And turning the head full circle
I am Bubo Bubo
But i am done with all your troubles
And turning the head full circle