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.
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. Explain Request ×
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