Bombshells Reigning In Heaven.

December's the coldest month, wouldn't you say?
I know a beautiful lady who'd like to die today.
She wanted to stand out from the townfolk,
But when denied, these thoughts were provoked.
(Is it almost over soon?)

I'd like to stop her, but it's out of my control.
Meeting a certain drummer's her all time goal.
Going to him is better than staying on Earth,
Which led to the questioning her birth.
(I'd like to see you soon.)

It's harder when the person you're living for is dead.
And your most personal thoughts are better left unsaid.
No one to understand the reason why you cry,
For such a psychotic, loveable guy.
(Oh, you make me swoon.)

I do my best to put myself in your shoes,
But your size is bigger than mine by two.
I know this man is such a riot,
But to get to him, don't go on a no-food diet.
(You're playing the rhythm to my favorite tune.)

He may no be as historical as the rest,
But it's damn right that he was the best!
I know a beautiful lady who would die today,
Just for the chance to say,
"Hey there, Mr. Moon."