Apple pie customers
At the front door of the Moon
Knocking on wood
With bloody knuckles
With pain stained faces
With a heart left behind;

When it's one after midnight
When the Moon moved on
Only the wooden door is left
Apple pie customers
Still knocking on wood
But no-one answers their call;

Then the dawn creeps in
Shadows on the wooden door
There lies the bloody heart
Trampled upon at the corner
Of the Moon Avenue by
Apple pie customers.

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