And sensing a chill Poor families expecting loved one's return Only summon some charlatan spectre Oh, when will they learn? You hung the moon From a
we go There's always somebody staring at her Yeah I know she hung the moon I'm the one that held the ladder Yeah I know she hung the moon Cause I'm the
(S. Phillips, P. Tomek) Hunger moon shining on a field of snow There's ice above but a fire down below Out of the north a cold wind moans And I'm empty
ground with half a wink he asked me what are you some kind of freak I told him no, I guess I just feel your vibe is kinda deep the moon hung over
Christmas Eve Okay, okay It was a night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse The stockin's was hung
opera glass you see The pit and the pendulum drawn (Michael, Michael) Columnated ruins Domino Canvass the town And brush the backdrop Are you sleepin'? Hung
right Come on (Dance bitch) Come on and get it real hot When you listen to the hook And you?re waiting for the beat drop Verse 2: Listen, I only hung
1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town Stagger Lee met Billy DeLions and he blew that poor boy down Do you know what he shot him for? What do you
Allemande, where have you gone? Did I know anything about you? Many moons have come and gone They wane so easily without you All along I said we'd be
panoramic view I can sit and watch the fields fill up with rays of glowing sun Or watch the moon lay on the fences like that's where it was hung My blessings
all hung with jewels The killing moon will come too soon Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him Under blue moon
You're my always and forever You're the one that hung the moon After all these nights together I still get lost in your perfume And if I could write
ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning before daylight, And before I sleep the moon shine bright
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with
'm givin it back up Shit, I gives a fuck, nigga, this is straight H-double o-d-s-t-a all mutthafuckin dizzay Hit the curve on the bend Jack the ass up, hung
be home no more I stood around a month or two And waited for your call Now I'm too busy pitchin' woo So come around next fall I scratched your name right off my slate And hung
