| Song | The Monster |
| Artist | Kenny Roby |
| Album | Memories & Birds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I don’t expect much from you, Jenny | |
| Hell, you barely even know me | |
| Oh just come with me | |
| You'll see the craziest thing | |
| Well I got this key from my Uncle Pete | |
| To a secret door by the oak tree | |
| It will open up, It comes creepin' up when it needs to eat | |
| But it mostly sleeps | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You're wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can’t you read the signs | |
| There’s no space for it | |
| There's no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| So let it die there | |
| It lays shakin' in a rotted log | |
| Barely breathin' for the creeping dogs | |
| Barely bleedin' but the scent is strong | |
| And the fear of attack is harder than the act | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You're wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can’t you read the signs | |
| There’s no space for it | |
| There's no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don't let it die here | |
| So I will hold its hand | |
| I will take it to walk | |
| I will talk to it | |
| I will hold it soft | |
| Like the river I will smooth the rock | |
| And sooth its tears (don't listen to what they say) | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You're wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can’t you read the signs | |
| There’s no space for it | |
| There's no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don't let it die here |
| I don' t expect much from you, Jenny | |
| Hell, you barely even know me | |
| Oh just come with me | |
| You' ll see the craziest thing | |
| Well I got this key from my Uncle Pete | |
| To a secret door by the oak tree | |
| It will open up, It comes creepin' up when it needs to eat | |
| But it mostly sleeps | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| So let it die there | |
| It lays shakin' in a rotted log | |
| Barely breathin' for the creeping dogs | |
| Barely bleedin' but the scent is strong | |
| And the fear of attack is harder than the act | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don' t let it die here | |
| So I will hold its hand | |
| I will take it to walk | |
| I will talk to it | |
| I will hold it soft | |
| Like the river I will smooth the rock | |
| And sooth its tears don' t listen to what they say | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don' t let it die here |
| I don' t expect much from you, Jenny | |
| Hell, you barely even know me | |
| Oh just come with me | |
| You' ll see the craziest thing | |
| Well I got this key from my Uncle Pete | |
| To a secret door by the oak tree | |
| It will open up, It comes creepin' up when it needs to eat | |
| But it mostly sleeps | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| So let it die there | |
| It lays shakin' in a rotted log | |
| Barely breathin' for the creeping dogs | |
| Barely bleedin' but the scent is strong | |
| And the fear of attack is harder than the act | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don' t let it die here | |
| So I will hold its hand | |
| I will take it to walk | |
| I will talk to it | |
| I will hold it soft | |
| Like the river I will smooth the rock | |
| And sooth its tears don' t listen to what they say | |
| Nobody loves it | |
| You' re wastin' your time | |
| Even God hates it | |
| Can' t you read the signs | |
| There' s no space for it | |
| There' s no place or time | |
| It was born to die | |
| Don' t let it die here |