Little Joe Letra

The attack of the Great Green Monster renders insecure. (and cry "oh no!")

Wash your eyes. Wash your nose.
You will feel and you will hope
you don't get what you deserve.
Because the sum of your reward
is a deserted resort. Close your
eyes bind your arms board your brain.
And you won't, because you can't speak
to the loved ones that are gone. Still
you surrend to the worst intentions.

Don't you grind me there,
as far as I'm your private cell.
Before you try to make this work out for Mihai
it's right.

We never (You'll have your nose back) answer (by golden sinks and)
for the tears and the terrors pushed in pillows tonight. (Oh your head's a gyroscope!)
If you can hear this (And then you'll sink back) listen! (and put your face in your hands)
The attack of the Great Green Monster renders insecure. (and cry "oh no!")

Once you're spent
I'll ask you to give yourself a rake
for some thought mete for your emotional health.
See, you must see how the green stinks,
composting on the shelf,
and not surrend to your worst intentions.

You surrend and write it off.
You never right a wrong.
You see me cough; you turn away in scoff
and you write it off.
You write it on your crown.

We never (You'll have your nose back) answer (by golden sinks and)
for the tears and the terrors pushed in pillows tonight. (Oh your head's a gyroscope!)
If you can hear this (And then you'll sink back) listen! (and put your face in your hands)
The attack of the Great Green Monster renders insecure. (and cry "oh no!")