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Yes, ladies and gentlemen
Place your bets
This is the time to chose your favorite flavour
Yeh, the monsters under my bed
Seem kind, outlined
And not the real thread
The real dread
Mmm
Suits of the day
Talk slick, and betray
It's all of the dark, that finds its way
And wears a face that's not so gray
Does anybody feel the cold out here
Does anybody see the cracks appear
Does anybody smile and mean it true
Does anybody bleed, like I do
Yeh Monsters
We're louder than the monsters
Oh Monsters
We're louder than the monsters
Monsters
They wear their gold
But rust in their souls
Talk peace with a grin
While they're digging a hole
It's a game on a stage,
But the script's too old
So I spit my lines
In blood, not sold
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Yeh monsters, yeh-e-yeh
We're louder than the monsters,
Shout against the monsters
Ohhh monsters,
There're a lot of monsters
We're louder than the monsters
Louder than
Monsters
Louder than
Yeh monsters, yeh-e-yeh
We're louder than the monsters,
Shout against the monsters
Ohhh monsters,
There're a lot of monsters
We're louder than the monsters
Louder than
Louder than
Monsters
Yeh Cool thing
Waiting for the real thing
Cool thing
Waiting for the real thing
So I walk with ghosts that remember my name
No chasing light, just, dodging the game
I don't pray for peace — I demand my share
With a tongue like truth and a midnight stare
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe away that grin
Bust that thing and whipe, whipe away that grin