Lyrics:

I know the sun and the moon
They roll around to soon
Good luck, good luck
I take my morning salvation
Slow from my Jerusalem cup
Straight up

Undertones in my bones from the last time
You sell your truth and I will sell you mine
Right or wrong, there's a longing to waste time
Fill up on love and other medicines

I hear you're wanting some more
I hear you're wanting what's yours
I hear you're wanting some more
I hope you're getting more

And when the last cycle ceases
I'm sweeping up the pieces of you and me
I'd go to hell's farthest reaches
To pick you up some peaches and cream
Obscene

Undertones in my bones from the last time
You sell your truth and I will sell you mine
Right or wrong, there's a longing to waste time
Fill up on love and other medicines

I hear you're wanting some more
I hear you're wanting what's yours
I hear you're wanting some more
I hope you're getting more

Come lay me wrong, come lay me right
Come lay me pure unsatisfied

I hear you're wanting some more
I hear you're wanting what's yours
I hear you're wanting some more
I hear you're wanting some more

Undertones in my bones from the last time
You sell your truth and I will sell you mine
I hear you're wanting some more
I hope you're getting more