Waiting for Mr. Moonlight
Dr. Robert
Breakdown time again
This bottle in my hand
You dance at my command
By routine we are bound
Forget your body toil
We are buried deep in soil
So forget your body toil
We are buried deep in soil
And nobody hears our call
It's a hard and pointless fight
Waiting for Mr. Moonlight
It's a downbeat, downward day
And it always ends this way
With nothing new to say
My life's so holograph
My life's so holograph
My life's so holograph
And I just can't seem to get fired
And my body lacks the desire
And I just can't seem to get fired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And my body lacks the desire, yeah
And I just can't seem to get fired, yeah