Casablanca Moon

verse 1: He used to wear fedoras, but now he sports a fez There's kabbalistic innuendoes in everything he says Sucking on a cigarette, picking up the threads Underneath the Casablanca moon verse 2: He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque He can't count all the continents he's crossed Trailing party members, leaving footprints in the frost Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken The Man said his case was lost His team was sent to the Orient A double agent, double-crossed verse 3: There's a cocaine stain on his moustache Pieces of his puzzle just don't join People in high places want to stamp his many faces On a Trans-Caucasian coin Interlude He better watch his step, cos sooner or later They'll find his headless body in a ventilator verse 4: Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes Neuroses seep like cement through the cracks in his disguise In a dark bordello, broke a mirror with a cry Underneath the Casablanca Moon Verse 5: Yesterday evening, he finally lost his mind The walls fell in, he saw mankind Standing before him, raising their hand In a significant gesture which he didn't understand Chorus Repeat verse 1 Coda: He better watch his step, cos sooner or later They'll find his headless body in a ventilator