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by monsters
Kissing dogs

Lately a message talks about a place in the world
Little by little the mystery begins to uncurl
Snakey's awakey and he
someone to talk to; they were monsters and little green men 
He never talked to his woman; naw, he spent all his time with his friends 
In the evenings
monster

He talks to ya like he's alive
And when he talks like bees to a hive
The people come runnin, the older and the young'in
The place he lives in is
The dogs are out and the cats are prowlin’
Easy to see that you’re frightened by me
Most men run
And hide from me

You’re bringin’ out the monster in me
And you are ugly
(And I am ugly)

And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
(You are my one defender)

Out there
dusk is when the little men melt into the mountains... melt
into the mountains... melt into the mountains

Taking the lord's name in vain 
Cos
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
tearing at the windows
Watching how the white moon melts into the cloud
Important little tyrants, impotent little pharaohs
Men/man of sorrows lost into
And you are ugly
(And I am ugly)

And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
(You are my one defender)

Out there
Quasimodo
You are deformed

I am deformed

And you are ugly

And I am ugly

And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not
England swings like a pendulum do 
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two 
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben 
The rosy red cheeks of the little
and Roll.
If you really want to know what drives her wild, C-O-U-N-T-R-Y

You might not know it by the way we talk, 
We might not show it by the way we
they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes

England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
is in what you see - not what you read
Little men tapping things out - points of view

Remember their views are not the gospel truth
Don't believe
is in what you see - not what you read
Little men tapping things out - points of view

Remember their views are not the gospel truth
Don't believe
they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes

England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
But I got a little limp now when I walk
And I got a little tremolo when
a little limp now when I walk
Got a little tremolo when I talk
But my letter read from Whiskey Sam
You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam

Drive
life as in your dreams
You've got to be the monster
When you've done your very best
When things turn out unpleasant
When the best of men take bribes
John Wayne
I came home, but Tex did not
And I can't talk about the hit he got
But I got a little limp now when I walk
And I got a little tremolo when
pick on the lady for
Why you make her read eighty four bedtime stories to you in baby talk?
Cos I'm scared there's monster's under my bed
Kelly
on prehistory
They may not ever solve the mystery
But they'll go talk until eternity

When girls get together
And bring up father or brother or men of their lives
they talk fun but all in vain
Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes

England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
lover
And while he'll talk I would sit and cry

But I am not some little sparrow
I have no wings nor can I fly
So I'll sit down here in grief