"The Moon"

Well, he bought the moon
For three hundred dollars and sixty two cents
Yeah, he bought the moon
Strung it up high on a barbed-wire fence
And he taxed the town
Made them pay for its radiance
'Cause nothin' comes free
In this land of the free, my friend

Now, along came four
They were hungry right down to the bone
How they spat and swore
They would have it for their very own
And they stole the moon, in a heist
The likes of which the town had never known
Oh, and you would too
If you only saw how it shone
And nothing comes free
In this land of the free, my friend

Well, the days passed by
And the four men, they grew very old
And before they died
They each asked their town for something bold
"Will you bury us
With a slice of that moon and a fistful of gold?
'Cause nothin' comes free
In this land of the free, I'm told."

So piece by piece
That shimmering moon ended up underground
And the dead woke up
And how they made such an awful sound
That St. Peter himself
Shook his old head and he frowned
And he nailed that moon in the sky
Yes, he nailed that moon in the sky
Oh, he nailed that moon in the sky
My friend!