Song Written by MICHAEL TARTAGLIA
TITLE: MOSTROS
From the firey hills of mostros
As you leave some assignments in some bay
For the longest time you are lost
Can't get assistance in any way
You're only following orders given by your boss
Don't (ever) dare give opinions, words, or say
(bridge)
It may seem odd
These are only changes
Give a little nod
(to those) Living on them ranges
They might be you
For you were once they
There's a mission too.
Retreat if you may. . .
The mostros on some mountain tops
Underneath the springs and snow
Trees on the ascent will drop
The mountain's gunna blow
(bridge --> chorus)
(chorus)
Mu doesn't stand for me and you
Omicron and Voltron
Sigma on the dotted line
Tau in the door you scream and whine
Rho row row the little boat
Omicron (you) needs a friendly bloke
Sigma's stigma is a joke
Mostros on the low.
The chaos in the sky of blueness
The day and the clouds receeded
To your troops you had to confess
About the nighttime you all needed
(bridge --> chorus --> verse one --> bridge)
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