Liar's Moon from Get Busy by Mo Stanton

I came down from Iron Mountain
With the usual wrecking crew
There was treasure for the taking
There was bloody work to do
And we followed fatal verses
Written in a smoky rune
Honeyed words, shot through with curses
Across the face of a liar’s moon
We met up with Ace and Braggart
At some hell-hole in Duluth
These are boys you may rely on
They never tell the truth
In the game of liar’s poker
Never show your hand too soon
To the man who holds the joker
By the light of a liar’s moon

Now, the game is very simple
Find your marks and gain their trust
For the lies that cut the deepest
Are the lies for which they lust
Will of God or Satan’s malice
Silver chalice, gold dubloon
In a shack or a palace
Men are prey to a liar’s moon

Toss a pellet into a lake
Watch the poison ripples grow
See the many lives they take
Lives of people you don’t know

So they drank a sweet libation
And their reason went to sleep
And they strayed into our ambush
Like a flock of drunken sheep
As day went down a sullen phantom
Slowly crawled from its cocoon
Leather wings above the stadium
Drew a shade on the liar’s moon

Every lie needs a believer
Like a treasure needs a thief
We’ll be back to spread the fever
And to harvest the fruit of grief
In the wake of some disaster
When the time is opportune
When the sheep are out to pasture
In the spell of a liar’s moon

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