Lyrics: America. Monster.

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