Standard (EADGBE)

White moon, white moon

Breaks open the tomb

 Of a deserted cartoon that I wrote

Creature come, creature, creature

My own double feature

As I'm warming the bleachers at home

 Well, my nose keeps on bleeding

 'Cause it's rita I'm needing

 I better call out a meeting of the boys

 Of the boys

My friends are all dying

And death can't be lying

It's the truth and it don't make a noise