The crowded future stings my eyes
I still find time to exercise
In uniform with two white stripes

Unlock my section of the sand
It's fenced off to the water's edge
I clamp a gas mask on my head

On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

Another tanker's hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glops

Oh, shimmering moonlight sheen upon
The waves and water clogged with oil
White gases steam up from the soil

On my beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

I squish dead fish between my toes
Try not to step on any bones
I turn around and I go home

I slip back through my basement door
Switch off all that I own below
Dive in my scalding wooden tub

My own beach at night
Bathe in my moonlight

'Ight
'Ight

There will always be a moon over Marin

There, wasn't that a nice visit?
Don't forget, a psychiatrist is on duty twenty-four hours a day in the blue room
Just up from the parking garage
Drink plenty of water when you take these
Now you can relax
And return to your job!

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): EAST BAY RAY, JELLO BIAFRA