Monster — текст песни (blues traveler)

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Holding up last night

Tearing things apart

He giggles with delight

[something] temptation

[something] out tonight



You can work your incantation

With garlic at your door

Or hide until tomorrow

It hasnt worked before

When his love is known

It turns to stone



This creature goes out hunting

And feeling that he prowls

Makes a jungle cat afraid to pounce

The wolf afraid to howl

When the [? ] becomes his victim

And prayer becomes his prey

Well thats his way



You can work your incantation

With garlic at your door

Or hide until tomorrow

It hasnt worked before

When his love is known

It turns to stone



He puts upon the canvas

Visions in his head

With a pressure razor-fine

He paints until Im bled

When the moments captured

By his artistic eye

He lets it die



You can work your incantation

With garlic at your door

Or hide until tomorrow

It hasnt worked before

When his love is known

It turns to stone



And he cant be lonely

Time comes away

He has my own identity

Or so he does say

Only once the fast have weakened

Since statue I was free

He let it be



The demon all but vanquished

Hes finally rid of him

But still I couldnt touch you

And it frightened me no end

And when at last youd come

The beast raged on



You can work your incantation

With garlic at your door

Or hide until tomorrow

It hasnt worked before

When his love is known

It turns to stone



And when his love is known...

It turns to stone