The Moon Looks Like A Tomato Lyrics - Smoking Popes

And the moon looks like a tomato 

And there's a blanket over the sun 

And all the stars fall out of the sky 

One by one 

One by one 

They all fall down 

(chorus) 

They all fall 

There's none left at all 

They all fall down 

They all fall 

They can't stand 

The judgment at hand 

They all fall down 

Down 

And the wind becomes a tornado 

And all the houses built on the sand 

Will all come crashing down to the ground 

One by one 

One by one 

They all fall down 

(chorus twice) 

And a thousand reasons to never 

Take the outstretched hand of the sun 

Every excuse just crumbles to dust 

One by one 

One by one 

They all fall down 

(chorus)