Moons of Impulse by Howe Gelb Lyrics

There are two moons to planet impulse
They’re called Betrayal and Regret
There’s little escape from lunar landscape
Be [economy] based, [on] the big [payback]

Well, I mean you’re dead

Reversal is universal
The world’s a stage
You’ll need some rehearsal
To be or not to be
Every lover that you see

It’s a crowded complex cosmos
You’re got to make up your own mind some time
So much overlapping grey area
What’s mine was yours
What’s yours was his
What’s his used to be mine

There are two moons to planet impulse
They’re called Betrayal and Regret
A little escape from lunar landscape
Be [economy there] based, [on] the big [payback]
Well, I mean, you’re dead

[Well] they dream [ ] sweet
They knocked the old man of his feet
He was establishment still in his suit
They’re slicing him up like he was fruit
Being fed to five old Indian fellows