Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the Grave yard shift tonight

Casey's from Campbell, California
She's got a reputation that she didn't ask for
She's waiting for an escape now, escape is called the one sixty four
Now, Casey, she won't admit when she's wrong
Now Casey, she's always run, run, run
She's a punk rocker, she don't trust no one
On a south end bus all alone

Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight

Casey was never caught up, like the rest of the rats in a fucking maze
Check me out she said, I'm in a concrete jungle
I'm an individual and you're stuck in a haze
Oh hell no, she knows what the truth is. Because she said so
She knows who her friends are so fuck you, don't get no closer
It'll only make her run far away

Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight

I know Casey's brother pretty well, you see
We spent a lot of time hanging out
I always thought for sure that she'd be the one to get out of here
And make a life for herself
But when we found her in the little league park
In the dugout it was cold in the dark
No one knew why she wouldn't wake up
I think she finally made it back home

Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight
Under a red hot moon, take a bus downtown to the grave yard shift tonight

One time for your mind, two times for your soul three for the graveyard and the money I stole
Dimmed out in the city where the sun burns low, no hope it's a pity I can't say no
It's not my time to go, it's not my time to die
the last thing I want is for my mother to cry
It was love at first light, since the very first night
things have never been the same since I took my first flight
The way I live my life, I love; I live lavish, lost me from the start
You lose, you'll never have it
Untouched, unleashed, back up you don't want it
Take it for the cash. It's back, now he's fronting
Take two and pass, I'll take two and blast
Bust a mother fucker; I'm out on the flash
Pimped out, high as fuck. I'm out of control
Heads bounce rock skate now I'm ready to roll

Under the red hot moon
Under the red hot moon
Under the red hot moon

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): B. Reed, Lars Frederiksen, Rob Aston, Timothy Armstrong