| Song | Concrete Moon |
| Artist | Eugene McGuinness |
| Album | The Invitation To The Voyage |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
| Where they’re tearin’ the decorations down | |
| You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
| I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
| Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
| Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
| Wipin’ their mouths | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where’s our electric arcades? | |
| They’re so in love | |
| Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
| Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
| Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
| End it | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where’s our electric arcades? | |
| They’re so in love |
| Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
| Where they' re tearin' the decorations down | |
| You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
| I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
| Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
| Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
| Wipin' their mouths | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where' s our electric arcades? | |
| They' re so in love | |
| Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
| Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
| Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
| End it | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where' s our electric arcades? | |
| They' re so in love |
| Grab your umbrella ad hover over town | |
| Where they' re tearin' the decorations down | |
| You cast a spell on those letharios and clowns, no doubt | |
| I hear a rapse of the foreign concrete moon | |
| Below a chandelier of frozen tears I loom | |
| Where all these painted ladies haunt these furnished rooms | |
| Wipin' their mouths | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where' s our electric arcades? | |
| They' re so in love | |
| Gone while the undertaker sleeps | |
| Come while the youngin often hear the panthers grieve | |
| Come while the liquid sky swirls dark | |
| End it | |
| Roll up, roll up and gather round | |
| Push your shoulders back above your chest out | |
| All the evergreen, ever news and love passage | |
| Where' s our electric arcades? | |
| They' re so in love |