Un des descendants de Tom Waits, Crescent Moon, membre de Kill The Vultures (duo avec DJ Anatomy). Crescent Moon, quand il ne fait pas de hip hop rocailleux, joue aussi dans un des groupes folk les plus lumineux du moment, celui de sa femme : Roma di Luna.

Tell me she’s your first. Tell me she’s your last. Tell me that it meant so much to you, so much that you wouldn’t take it back.
Lust in your veins, how many took turn, go ahead let it burn, you already got the match lit.
Flesh upon flesh trust your animal urge, tell me how it felt to have an angel on your mattress.
Could you see it in her eyes, could you see it in her eyes?

Snake skin kiss, slither and hiss. Twist of the hips made cherry red lips.
Jeans ’round her ankles, ceiling fans spins, mascara rivers dripping off of her chin.
Adrenaline hormones, alchohol torn clothes, tell me who’s upstairs and why is the door closed.
Hands full of meat, the blood rise and settles, tell me how she looked in the eyes of the devil.
Could you see it in her eyes, could you see it in her, eyes?

Nobody burned those long white candles. Nobody held their breath.
Nobody crossed their hearts, ‘nd hope to die, nobody poured piss warm beer on the steps.
Days turn into nights, nights slipped into calenders.
And years aren’t nothin’ to a dead mans watch, every second brings a question to the back of my skull.
Could you see it in her eyes, could you see it in her eyes?

Tell me she’s your first. Tell me she’s your last. Tell me that it meant so much to you, so much that you wouldn’t take it back.
Lust in your veins, how many took turn, go ahead let it burn, you already got the match lit.
Flesh upon flesh trust your animal urge, tell me how it felt to have an angel on your mattress.