Listen to Creedence on the radio
With their ominous tellings
They claim a bad moon is rising
As I lay here, fantasizing
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They predict all sorts of trouble
And eartquakes and lightning galore
They claim a bad moon is rising
As we stand there, polarizing
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They warn me to not go around tonight
And I always rejoice in defiance
They claim a bad moon is rising
As I wait here, paralyzing
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I can hear the hurricanes a-blowing
I can see the rivers overflowing
They claim a bad moon is on the rise
Yet somehow I fail to see my possible demise
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I can sense the rage and ruin
But I have put my things together
They claim a bad moon is on the rise
But I have seen it before in full size
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I have lived within the nasty weather
I have known the game is eye for an eye
They claim a bad moon is on the rise
As any wise soul always tries
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I am going ’round tonight
But it is not going to take my life
The bad moon on the rise
It’s always like this before sunrise