Green-Eyed Beast by Taylor John Williams Lyrics
[Verse 1]
On the TV screen is a creepy scene
There’s a man who looks a bit like me
Looking right at me
And furthermore, quite a troubadour
Got a song about a river that’s bigger than the castles of London
He seems quite proud and barely blinking
Must be something to be the talk of the town
Your mind’s too loud I can hear you thinking
The truth is I got a hard time turning it down
[Chorus]
Oh my, my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
The jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Much further from home
[Verse 2]
Well I feel much more than I did before
Love, hate, paranoia and a sense that I’m getting older
Older and bitter
And furthermore
There’s a carnivore called envy and it’s hiding in the pages of a magazine
Of a magazine
Well this whole damn race is over-laced
Now strung out on promises made in the round
(Made in the round)
Walls are high and out of place
The truth is I got a hard time taking them down
[Chorus]
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
But the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Much further from home
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
Jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
Oh but the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
On the TV screen is a creepy scene
There’s a man who looks a bit like me
Looking right at me
And furthermore, quite a troubadour
Got a song about a river that’s bigger than the castles of London
He seems quite proud and barely blinking
Must be something to be the talk of the town
Your mind’s too loud I can hear you thinking
The truth is I got a hard time turning it down
[Chorus]
Oh my, my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
The jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Much further from home
[Verse 2]
Well I feel much more than I did before
Love, hate, paranoia and a sense that I’m getting older
Older and bitter
And furthermore
There’s a carnivore called envy and it’s hiding in the pages of a magazine
Of a magazine
Well this whole damn race is over-laced
Now strung out on promises made in the round
(Made in the round)
Walls are high and out of place
The truth is I got a hard time taking them down
[Chorus]
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
But the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Much further from home
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
Jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home
Oh my my, Mother Mary sang of the green-eyed beast
And the numbers game that’ll break your knees and leave you limping alone
Oh but the jealousy creeps up on me like the walking dead on an empty street
In a city that really couldn’t feel much further from home