The moon bakes all my dough
Who buys it I don't know
The bread they make there
Tastes like thin air
Heaven is above the sun
Much too high
Than I can see
Heaven, stars form a gun
Hope its not
Loaded...
For the verse play thebit but strum rather tahn pick through it
The "solo" part is just the verse part played hard with a variation in
Strumming
