Casablanca Moon

He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez

There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez

Sucking on a cigarette, picking up a thread

Underneath the Casablanca Moon

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

He was sent to the Orient

A double agent double crossed

There's a cocaine stain on his moustache

The pieces of his puzzle just don't join

People in high places want to stamp his many faces

On a trans-Caucasian coin

He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or later

They'll find his headless body in a ventilator.

Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes

Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise

In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries

Underneath the Casablanca Moon

Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind

The walls fell in, he saw mankind

Standing before him all raising their hands

In a significant gesture which he didn't understand