Lyrics

A dragon with the head of a bulldog A mountain with a crop of white snow A blue sky over Glenorchy And I've got nowhere to go I didn't ask for your name little sister I didn't ask for you to come through the door I dreamed of a face, a curtain of lace An apple that had no core A tail with the girth of a fat man's thigh Slid up around the corner and was burnt upon my eye A winter light confused my sight in Glenorchy tonight When I thought that I had nothing to see So I asked the lady at 13 Invalid at 32 With a bottle of red, only fresh from bed By the letterbox She thinks she doesn't see The things I think I see Blind by 11 and wearing her dead mother's socks Alright I was hiding in the Swan Terrace garden I saw the to and fro-ing, come and going of the street There's not a lot of doing in Glenorchy of a Tuesday Shivering I accepted my defeat But as I rose up ginger I was arrested by a sight That flickered in my periphery A reflection in a Hillman Hunter window I saw that the creature was me Now the heart of a monster is the heart of a child Who never had to grow into a man - If nobody could recognise the Bunyip of Glenorchy Then wherever there's a monster no-one can Then wherever there's a monster no-one can Then wherever there's a monster no-one can