Il testo della The moon is in the gutter

The moon is in the gutter
And the stars wash down the sink
I am the king of the blues
I scape the clay off my shoes
And wade down the gutter, gutter and the moon

The moon blind my eye with opal cataracts
As i cut through the saw-mills and the stacks
Leaping over the gully where i would one day take lucy
Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon

Such a long way from home
Just me and the moon is in the gutter
And all my plans are flushed down the drain
I wander lonely as a cloud
Over memories at her mound
Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon