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.