Casablanca Moon

He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque He can't count all the continents he's crossed Trailing party members leaving footprints in the frost Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken The Man said his case was lost He was sent to the Orient A double agent double crossed There's a cocaine stain on his moustache The pieces of his puzzle just don't join People in high places want to stamp his many faces On a trans-Caucasian coin He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later They'll find his headless body in a ventilator. Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries Underneath the Casablanca Moon Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind The walls fell in, he saw mankind Standing before him all raising their hands In a significant gesture which he didn't understand