Max Moon
It's mid June
The pier is full of lovers
Bands who just play covers and
Way too many drummers but oh
It's Max Moon
He's playing with his brother
Like a bottle full of thunder
I've heard he's like no other
But I had my doubts
Until I saw him playing
Then he went and blew my mind
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
16, he seems rather lonely
But after the show he
Packs up all his stuff and he goes
Max Moon
Don't need girls or money
He likes weekends sunny
And beats as sweet as honey
And no ones really sure
What the hell he's thinking
All they say is count me in
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
And the band ended that very week
Artistically they disagree
They all join new bands
But Max left the scene
And some say he put down the sticks
And some say he's not been back since
Max Moon where the?
Where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the?
Where the hell could you be?
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
The pier is full of lovers
Bands who just play covers and
Way too many drummers but oh
It's Max Moon
He's playing with his brother
Like a bottle full of thunder
I've heard he's like no other
But I had my doubts
Until I saw him playing
Then he went and blew my mind
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
16, he seems rather lonely
But after the show he
Packs up all his stuff and he goes
Max Moon
Don't need girls or money
He likes weekends sunny
And beats as sweet as honey
And no ones really sure
What the hell he's thinking
All they say is count me in
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
And the band ended that very week
Artistically they disagree
They all join new bands
But Max left the scene
And some say he put down the sticks
And some say he's not been back since
Max Moon where the?
Where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the hell could you be?
Max Moon where the?
Where the hell could you be?
And the legend will say
Oh the bands okay, but
Christ that kid could play
And the people all knew
While he plays the tune
It feels like he drumming for you
It's Max Moon
Credits
Writer(s): Harry Mousley
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