Testo No Moon

Black dog bit through the keeper's chain

Small and angry when the Devil came

Sold my soul like a pocket knife

There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet


Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage

Brittle fingers in the potter's clay

Sold my soul and I laid her down

There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet



Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree

Sunset burns on a quiet sea
Sold my soul and they ran me down

There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet