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.