moon-face chick she think she’s all good with her dumb new kicks and her heart made of wood

nothing ever bad for Luna Trujillo cept her real dad ain’t that dude from Cuchillo

she don’t talk to us / she’s too stuck up / too quiet on the bus dead quiet on the bus

you see the way she looked at you / she think she’s all that moon-face chick and her ugly bruise I’ll give you plenty more just like that

fight me then on the ditch, Luna, fight me then I’ll find you

my mom’ll kick my ass if they catch me throwing down say you’re real low-class bringing trouble to this house

can’t have no strangers knockin’ on our door cuz the state took my sister and they’ll only take more

but this moon-face chick think she’s all good with her dumb new kicks and her heart made of wood

moon-face chick / when she rise into the sky / maybe take me with her / I’ll hold on so tight

with her eyes all glowing / and her heart made of wood / all her insides showing / and it’s all good

nothing ever bad / from Luna Trujillo / ain’t got no parents / but the sun and earth, though

nothing ever good / from a chick like me / angry invader / like the cottonwood tree