Monster lyrics

Let the sun beat through the clouds,
Let me kiss you on the mouth.
All my childhood toys with chew marks in your smile.
Let me hold your syrup close to mine.
Let me watch you, Hollywood and Vine.
And I want you like the movies, touch me now.
I love you crazy, just keep on.
I love you madly, just keep watch.
You wipe my lips,
You turn me on.
My attentions are turned to you.

you don’t have to take the bar exam to see
What you’ve done is ignoramus one oh three
What’ve I got to hang my hat on
You don’t have a pot to pee in
All this just to be your friend
I was there until the end.
Extortion and arson, petty larceny

I know you called - I know you called - I know you called -
I know you called - I know you called - I know you hung up my line

Call my name, here I come.
90 to nothing, watch me run.
You call.
I am ashamed to say.
Ugly girls know their fate.
Anybody can get laid.
You want a room with a fire escape.
I want to tell you how much I hate this.
Don’t leave that stuff all over me. It pains me.
Please just leave it.
I should toss that vanity license plate.
Toss that make-up painted face.

I wore the clothes you wanted
I took your name
If there is some confusion
Who’s to blame

I signed your living will
I smiled your face
I’m ready to close the book on
NASA and outer space

If there is some confusion
Who’s to blame
Who’s to blame

I sequenced your arrival
I sealed your fate
I pushed the button
And erased your master tape

I wrote the sales pitch

Here comes that awful feeling again
Welcome the ugly animal.
I hold my breath to what you sing,
My pyro acrobat ball and chain,
I’m not afraid, I messed it, messed it, messed it, messed it up

I’ve got my telescope head in the haystack
I’m getting tired of your dodgeball circus act
Put pepper in my coffee, I forgot to bark on command

Here comes that awful feeling again

I’m looking for an interruption,
Do you believe
You looking to dig my dreams
Be prepared for anything
You come into my little scene
Hooray hooray hip hip hooray
There’s one thing I can guarantee:
You won’t have to dig, dig too deep

Said leave me to lay, but touch me deep,
I don’t sleep, I dream
I’ll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need

I don’t know why you are mean to me
When I call on the telephone.
And I don’t know what you mean to me
But I want to turn you on, turn you up, figure you out, I want to take you on

These words, You will be mine.
These words, You will be mine.
All the time.

Now fool might be my middle name
But I’d be foolish not to say
I’m going to make whatever it takes,

If you could see yourself now, baby
It’s not my fault
You used to be so in control
You’re going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go
You’re laying blame
Take this as no, no, no, no, no

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
It’s not my thing so let it go.

If you could see yourself now baby,

Yeah, all the stars drip down like butter,
Wromises are sweet,
We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them.
We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up

Hey, let me in.
Hey, let me in.

I only wish that I could hear you whisper down,
Mister fisherman, to a less peculiar ground.
He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
To say goodbye, nice try.

What's the Frequency, Kenneth

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen

I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines

Make your money with a suit and tie
Make your money with shrewd denial
Make your money expert advice,
If you can wing it
Make your money with a power ply
Make your money with a buyout bribe
Make it lie as long as you mean it

I’m not king of comedy,
Grease the pig, give a squeeze (squeeze me)

Make your money with exploitation
Make it holy illumination
Say a prayer at every station

I know you
I know you’ve seen her
She’s a sad tomato
She’s three miles of bad road
Walking down the street
Will I never meet her
She’s a real woman child
Oh my kiss breath turpentine

I am smitten
I’m the real thing (I’m the real thing)
Have you seen her come around
My crush with eyeliner

I’m in like.
I’m in-fatuated.
It’s all too much-the pressure