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Monster Lyrics


(Michael Jackson)
You can look at them coming out the walls
You can look at them climbing out the bushes
You can find them when the letter's bout to fall
He be waiting with his camera on focus
Everywhere you seem to turn there's a monster
When you look up in the air there's a monster
Paparazzi got you scared like a monster, monster, monster
Too bad
Oh-oh Hollywood, it's got you jumping like you should
(Too bad)
It's got you bouncing off the walls
It's got you drunk enough to fall
(Oh oh) Hollywood just look in the mirror
And tell me you like, don't you, don't you like it
Monster
He's a monster (mmm...)
He's an animal

Monster (yea-eah)
He's a monster
He's an animal (Oh-oh-oh)
He's coming at ya, coming at ya rather too fast
Mama say, mama got you in a zig zag
And you're running
And you're running just to escape it
But they're gunning for the money so they fake it
Everywhere you seem to turn there's a monster
When you look up in the air there's a monster
When you see them in the street
There's a monster, monster, monster
(Too bad)
(Oh-oh) Hollywood it's got you jumping like you should
It's got you bouncing off the wall
It's got you drunk enough to fall
(Too bad)
(Oh-oh) Hollywood just look in the mirror
And tell me d'you like what you see
Monster
(he's like an animal)
He's a monster
(just like an animal)
He's an animal
(and he's moving in the air)
Monster
He's a monster
He's an animal
(everybody wanna be a star)
Why are they never satisfied with an all you give, (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeah)
You give them your all
They're watching you fall
They eat your soul
[50 Cent]
Catch me in a bad mood, flippin' you'll take a whippin'
Animal, Hannibal, cannibal addition
Tears appear, yeah, blurring your vision
Fear in the air, screaming, your blood drippin'
Shiver a second, now, now, now, now what is it
Funeral's, cemeteries, don't worry it's time to visit
Broke bones, tombstones, how do you think I'm kidding
Its home, sweet home, the land of the forbidden
All hail, run tell, the King has risen
2010 Thriller, there's nothing iller, it's killer
There vision, the missin' the pack, this is that,
This the bomb, ring the alarm
MJ number 1, it's goes on and on
Its goes on and on
We get to crippin', its running in the early morn'
Keep on dreaming there's nowhere to run
You can drive but you done
I can feel it in the air, hear the monster come.
[Michael Jackson](Too bad)
(Oh-oh) Hollywood it's got you jumping (like you should, girl)
It's got you bouncing (ooh off the walls)
It's got you drunk enough to fall
(Too bad)
Oh oh Hollywood
Just making it clearer, and tell me you like
Don't you, don't you like it
Monster
(ah-ah, say you wanna be a star)
He's a monster
(say you wanna go far)
He's an animal
(Why do you keep stalking me)
Monster
(what'd you do to me)
He's a monster
(why did you take, why did you fake it)
He's an animal
(yea-ah, why you haunting me)
Monster
(why you stalking me)
He's a monster
(why you haunting me)
He's an animal
(why'd you do it, why'd you, why you stalking me)
Monster
(why you haunting me)
He's a monster
(why you haunting me)
He's an animal
(Why did you, why did you, oh-oh-oh)
He's dragging you down like a monster
He's keeping you down like a monster
He's dragging you down like a monster
He's keeping you down like a monster

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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