GrandpaBoy - Mono Lyrics

It's high time
That I let you slide
I know it's kind of low
But to me, it's high time

It's high time
That I let you slide
I know it's kind of low
But to me, it's high time

January, February, June, and July
It's high summer
January, February, June, and July
And I don't love her
It's high time
In the blink of blue eyes
I know it's kind of low
But to me, it's high time
Yeah, I know it's kind of low
But to me, it's high time

It's high summer
It's high summer
And it's high time
High time
High time
High time

Papa, papa caught it
Papa, papa caught a fish
The man came out too handsome,
kind of like the things he caught

I'd do anything
I'd do anything
I'd do anything you ask
But that

Mama, mama jailhouse
Make it down to feeling sound
Ride little kiddie
why don't you have your mama boot him out 
I'd do anything
I'd do anything
I'd do anything that you ask
But that
Let's go

Meet me, meet me coming
Meet me back up on the hill
Sister, don't (I don't have a clue what these lyrics are)

I'd do anything
I'd do anything
I'd do anything that you want
But that

I'd do anything
I'd do anything
Anything, anything, anything, anything…
But that

OK
Yours is tense
Mine is dull
You take offense
I take a full minute just to notice

You don't fit or accommodate
You've learned to quit, it's a stunning trait
And every loser knows this

We don't belong to different worlds
There's nothing wrong with us whatsoever
Let's not belong together

Is it fact or is it myth
Or just a lack of people to be with
That makes us crazy?
Or so they say
Yours will pass
Hurry up
They'll teach you some patience fast

We don't belong to different worlds
There's nothing wrong with us whatsoever
Let's not belong together

We pledge allegiance to the fucking sky
Above the only place we really lie
We pledge allegiance to the fucking sky
The only place that makes us feel alive

Let's not belong, let's not belong
Let's not belong together

Yours is young
Mine is not
Yours is new
And mine is shot
And everybody knows it

Yours is up
Mine is out
You're lookin' great
There ain't no doubt
Just like Brian Jones did

We don't belong to different worlds
There's nothing wrong with us whatsoever
Let's not belong together

Your delicate condition
As any fool can tell
The camera wouldn't tell a fib
You're making love to no one else

You're fragile and you're difficult
An artist in every sense
It's the dialogue I can live without
Hurry up, my place or his

You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty little trap shut
You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty trap shut

(Coming attraction)

Everybody sees you coming
You're as subtle as a battering ram
The foreign press is watching you undress
Just like a paid program

You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty little trap shut
You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty little trap shut

You're power drunk with passion
A fact I can't ignore
We don't dare ask for your photograph
You couldn't bear lying in some drawer

You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty little trap shut
You ought to be a silent film star
Keep that pretty little trap shut

Got an idea
Gotta make a lot of money
Got an idea
Gonna knock it right out
Got an idea
And one is too many
Got an idea
And a whole lot ain't enough

Gonna knock it right it out
Gonna knock it right it out
Gonna knock it right it out

Got an idea
Like Rip Van Winkle
I'll roll you on your back
And you pinch me in the middle
Got an idea
Pitch a baseball coming
Got an idea
Won't you rock with your honey

Gonna knock it right it out
Gonna knock it right it out
Gonna knock it right it out
Oh yeah, gonna knock it right it out

Oh yeah, I'm gonna knock out a fortune

Gonna knock it right it out
I'm gonna knock it right it out
I'm gonna knock it right it out

Got an idea
Gotta make a lot of money
Got an idea
Gonna knock it right out
Got an idea
And one is too many
Got an idea
And a whole lot ain't enough

Gonna knock it right out

2 Days 'Til Tomorrow
From a distance you look peaceful
And so far away up close
You're leaving in the morning
I suppose

There's something that I better say
Before this turns into yesterday
The only one I want
In case you wanna know

You got 2 days til tomorrow
You're still the one I want
2 days til tomorrow
You say I didn't count

I'm pretty sure that 3 or 4
Words I never said before
Said on my knees
All nice and neat in a row
Might slow your clandestine departure
I knew from the start that you weren't right for me
But here I said please, baby, don't go

You got 2 days till tomorrow
You're still the one I want
2 days til tomorrow
You say I didn't count

And a night spent right might last for years
And what went wrong, I'll never know

There's something here I better say
Before this turns into yesterday
3 little words: Baby, please don't go

You got 2 days til tomorrow
Still the one I want
2 days til tomorrow
You say I didn't count

Just stay where you are
Baby, stay away from me
With your eyes like spark
And my heart like gasoline

Stay where you are
Baby, stay away from me
With your eyes like sparks
And my heart like gasoline

Stay where you are
Baby, stay away from me
With your eyes like sparks
Heart like gasoline

Stay where you are
Baby, stay away from me
With you eyes like sparks
And my heart like gasoline

Your eyes like sparks
My heart like gasoline
Your eyes like sparks
My heart like gasoline

They bought me a suit
Gave me fifty dollars
Gone today, I'll be here tomorrow
Need a leap of faith, or a jump of stupid
Either way, don't know what I'm doing

Time, in time
You hear my footsteps
Time, time
Baby, hear my footsteps

Well, it's heads, I win
Tails, we flip again
I bluffed and lost
Hated, so they win
Asking you, smile for the people
Just passing through the eye of a needle

Time, in time
You'll hear my footsteps
Time, time
In time, you'll hear my footsteps

Walk a thousand feet
I'm so afraid to be free

Won't wait for a girl
Honey you're mistaken
Weight of the world,
Leave my shoulders aching
Every night it's gone
Ain't sure what I had
I'm gonna clap for myself
Think with my hands
A leap of faith or a jump of stupid
Either way, don't know what I'm doing
If you follow me around
With a tape recorder
I'm sure you'll get a load of footsteps

Feel my footsteps
Footsteps
Footsteps

There she stands
To one side
Dressed in black
From thigh to thigh

Stand back
Give us some room
In them black stacked boots

Are you kickin the stall
Kickin the stall, kickin the wall

She's feelin good
She felt great
I know how she feels
Before she started lifting weights
In them black stacked boots
You gonna kick like a mule

Kickin the stall
Going to kick in the stall
Kick in the stall all night long

There she stands
To the side
Dressed in black
From thigh to thigh
From thigh to thigh
From Monday morning to Monday night

In them black stacked boots
She's going to kick in the stall
Gonna walk down the hall