Written by gerry beckley, ©1977
Found on harbor.
The monster exposed himself from underground
Burning his face as he ran through the town
Hoping the patrons just don't hear a sound
Heart, court and harmony just ain't the same
My black and their green playing some games
I've got all these pictures i just need the frames
These are the things that you'll never do
Feeding the wife on the phone
And there you are, all on your own
Red and blue, i want to like a hole in the head
It slopes in the middle and is stopping them dead
I'd like to help them; i've already said
These are the things that you'll never do
Running away from your home
And there you are, all on your own
Mm, mm. mm, mm.
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