[Verse 1] We're the three they call the blind ones. Child, we see just fine. Saw the garden split its meaning, ran ahead of every rhyme. Dug beneath the silver rigging where no hanging thread could reach. Silk can govern air above us. Dirt don't care what silk may preach. [Verse 2] First one beat the spring bar just before the iron thought. Second left his coat on glue-board, paid the fur that freedom cost. Third one smelled the sugar lying, tipped his hat and let it lie. Three tails nailed above the grain bin. We paid. We didn't die. [Chorus] Free cheese always hides a trigger-- first law any mouse should know. Every feast within easy whiskers has a hand beneath it, slow. But once in a blue moon, brothers, the far light asks nothing, just shines. So we hunt the blue moon cheese, boys-- the wheel with no wire inside. [Verse 3] Some nights she floats in the water trough, round as a wheel and blue. You'll never eat her. That's the mercy. Look what the wanting can do. Point your hunger at the moon. No bait can call your name. Every trap requires an appetite. Ours is out of range. [Chorus] Free cheese always hides a trigger-- first law any mouse should know. Every feast within easy whiskers has a hand beneath it, slow. But once in a blue moon, brothers, the far light asks nothing, just shines. So we hunt the blue moon cheese, boys-- the wheel with no wire inside. [Bridge - Half-Time Noir] On a true blue moon, the rigging turns silver, every crossing plain-- the one night a witness could tell it whole and live to dig again. The old snake keeps the hedgerow, patient as the frost. A hundred safe nights offered. A hundred let go by. Some nights the keeping quiet gnaws worse than any wire. (Ask the mice.) (Ask us right.) [Final Chorus - One Voice Then Trio] Free cheese may not hide a trigger-- but we live because we check. There's a wheel upon the water, bluer than any bait we've met. Three noses at the burrow mouth. Three tails already paid. We don't need to know for certain what we never have to taste. If this one asks no price, we speak. If it does--we dig. We wait. [Outro] See how we run. (See how we run.) Not from the knife. (Not from the knife.) We run to the mouth on the blue moon night-- then down where the silk can't bite. (See how we run.) (See how we run.)
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