作词 : Gerry Beckley
 作曲 : Gerry Beckley
The monster exposed himself
From underground
Burning his face
As he ran through the town
Hoping the patrons
Just don't hear a sound
Hard courtin' 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 want to
Like a hole in the head
But soap's in the middle
And he's stoppin' them dead
I'd like to help them
I've already said
These are the things
That you'll never do
Runnin' away from your home
But there you are all on your own