F*ck Seattle and f*ck Sea Isle
F*ck Los Angeles and f*ck Paris
F*ck Tokyo and f*ck Cusco
F*ck Dubai and f*ck Mumbai
F*ck New Orleans, Ontario, & Montreal
I WANT A CITY ON THE MOON
MUTHA FUCKIN MOON
City on the moon, singin tunes, with legumes, watchin cartoons instead of the news
Hey Jude, whaddyado, do you wanna come too?
Get your shoes and your hat and your baseball bat
And we'll leave like that (kerplat kerplat)
Swing for the fences and planets and manage to banish the damage and famish
The panic of these punk ass cities
Go out to space with my hands on my face and
Do not leave a trace of my age or my place in the blue
City on the motha f*ckin moon
CITY ON THE MOON Video (MV)
People Eating Fruit - CITY ON THE MOON Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
F*ck Seattle and f*ck Sea Isle
F*ck Los Angeles and f*ck Paris
F*ck Tokyo and f*ck Cusco
F*ck Dubai and f*ck Mumbai
F*ck New Orleans, Ontario, & Montreal
I WANT A CITY ON THE MOON
MUTHA FUCKIN MOON
City on the moon, singin tunes, with legumes, watchin cartoons instead of the news
Hey Jude, whaddyado, do you wanna come too?
Get your shoes and your hat and your baseball bat
And we'll leave like that (kerplat kerplat)
Swing for the fences and planets and manage to banish the damage and famish
The panic of these punk ass cities
Go out to space with my hands on my face and
Do not leave a trace of my age or my place in the blue
City on the motha f*ckin moon
F*ck Los Angeles and f*ck Paris
F*ck Tokyo and f*ck Cusco
F*ck Dubai and f*ck Mumbai
F*ck New Orleans, Ontario, & Montreal
I WANT A CITY ON THE MOON
MUTHA FUCKIN MOON
City on the moon, singin tunes, with legumes, watchin cartoons instead of the news
Hey Jude, whaddyado, do you wanna come too?
Get your shoes and your hat and your baseball bat
And we'll leave like that (kerplat kerplat)
Swing for the fences and planets and manage to banish the damage and famish
The panic of these punk ass cities
Go out to space with my hands on my face and
Do not leave a trace of my age or my place in the blue
City on the motha f*ckin moon
Writer: PAUL MARCHESANI
Copyright: Lyrics © PAUL GABRIEL MARCHESANI, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © PAUL GABRIEL MARCHESANI, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave