Monster Songtext
von Tom Baird

I am the monster in your heart
I am the monster in your head
I am the chief of buccaneers
I rip the feathers till you bled
Your verses hysterically

Chorus slaughtered by the crowd
Splitting it halfway
Splitting it all brings doubt

Among the filler and the pop
There lies the filler and the flop
What you gave us didn′t give
And in a way it wasn't lost
As the culture got lost in the music
Slaughtered by the sound
Splitting it halfway
Splitting it all brings doubt


I was feeling every stone in my heart
Video slowed and you typically glowed
And everything′s cool on the rider
Why didn't you try this?
Three chords are better than one
Why didn't you try this?
Two chords are better than one
I am the fury on the phone
I am the whisper in your ear

You are your generation′s plucky independent pioneer
To the bridge it was tight
But the chorus rinsable thin

Splitting it halfway
Splitting it all brings doubt
To the kids you were a god
And to the press you were a king
From the crackle on the road
To the dribble on your chin
An album was baked
As the vinyl was taken for a spin
Splitting it halfway
Splitting it all brings doubt


I was feeling every stone in my heart
Video slowed and you typically glowed
And everything′s cool on the rider
Why didn't you try this?
Three chords are better than one
Why didn′t you try this?
Two chords are better than one