Yeah it's the dollar and guns That seduced your sons That drank your mild and your blood And it's the roar of the crowd Telling you to be proud As the sirens wail through the city
You know the house on the hill? For the view you would kill You're serenaded by a helicopter moon
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Now!
Helicopter moon I'm serenaded I'm serenaded
Yeah it's the thrill of your tears You look so young for your years I swear i'd never have known And it's the buzz in your ears As the premier night it nears You hit the town in a gown made of bone
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Now!
Helicopter moon I'm serenaded I'm serenaded Helicopter moon I'm serenaded by a helicopter moon
Yeah, yeah, it's the taste of cocain It's not having no shame It's a sick little game with no rules Yeah, it's a taste of your pain It's not having no shame It's a sick little game with no rules It's a sick little game with no rules
Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Now! Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Hey! Do you wanna meet my maker? Now!