Strand Of Oaks - Alex Kona lyrics
[Strand Of Oaks - Alex Kona lyrics]
His mother got killed by a bowling ball
As she skipped across the wooden lane
Two frames from a perfect game
And ten years passed the bowling crash
Alex found a wooden shack
Showered in the post-war moon
That's where Alex began to bloom
As the Children left Sunday School
In gas mask and body suits
The reverend spoke of God's revenge
Would be comin from the mountain
And the ground shook and the mothers cried
And the giant loomed in the yellow sky
With a look of pathetic fear
And a staff of pine and a coat of dear
And the mothers watched with worried ears
And Alex just laughed and stroked his beard
And he sang
No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here
No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here
No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here
No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here