Lyrics to: Monster
By Artist: America
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 dont hear a sound
Heart, court and harmony just aint the same
My black and their green playing some games
Ive got all these pictures I just need the frames
These are the things that youll 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
Id like to help them; Ive already said
These are the things that youll never do
Running away from your home
And there you are, all on your own
Mm, mm. mm, mm.