Monster in the Pack - Emma Pollock

To the rock where the monkeys steal as we walk by

And the night owl who serenades from homely skies

Buying cherries in the brown paper bag on the street stall

There’s a monster in the pack

Buying cherries in the brown paper bag as the storm creeps

And he says he’s got my back

Paying me with hard cash

To help him pull in the slack

And I only go to church cause I like the things they have

I put the hymnbook in my bag

But I’m still without a plan

And leave my faith in you behind

Can you smell the storm coming?

The sun comes with a warning

Staring through the shop front

Handlebars sparkle in the light

Richard of York spitting colours in the sky

I see myself taking a corner in full flight

Buying cherries in the brown paper bag as the leaves fall

There’s a monster in the pack

Paying me with hard cash

To help him pull in the slack

And I only go to church cause my friends are out today

There’s a monster here to play

And he says he’s got my back

To help him pull in the slack

There’s a monster in the pack

My head is full of noise

Won’t you listen it’s so loud in here

My heart and my silence break

My head is full of noise

Won’t you listen it’s so loud in here

My heart and my silence break

And my silence

Can you smell the storm coming?

The sun comes with a warning

Staring through the shop front

Handlebars sparkle in the light

There’s a monster in the pack