Monsters and Green Men In Hats
Turn off the lights and float dear, the stories you hear of monsters aren't real
The brigade is entertaining, they're outside masturbating their guests
The people are evacuating. There's a recall for all the strange men in hats
And Judy is outside playing, she's always entertaining her friends
But no one's playing attention to all the crazy chaos happening down here
Why should they care? Cos' nothing's ever gonna hurt them, as long as we are losing ourselves
The diesel lights come slipping from your hands and children playing innocent games
Too much colors interrupt one's vision
A full house lying face up on the table and if you hear a sound, please bring yourself back home
Cos the shuffling on the ground is no mistake
Wipe out the Jesus Christ ones, the stories they're carving inside our heads
They are so full of shit here, these people are mutilating their friends
Turn off the lights and float dear, the stories you hear of monsters aren't real
The brigade is entertaining, they're outside hallucinating their ends
But no one's playing attention to all the crazy chaos happening down here
Why should they care? Cos nothing's ever gonna hurt them, as long as we are losing ourselves
The diesel lights come slipping from your hands and children playing innocent games
Too much colors interrupt one's vision
A full house lying face up on the table and if you hear a sound, please bring yourself back home
Cos the shuffling on the ground is no mistake
The brigade is entertaining, they're outside masturbating their guests
The people are evacuating. There's a recall for all the strange men in hats
And Judy is outside playing, she's always entertaining her friends
But no one's playing attention to all the crazy chaos happening down here
Why should they care? Cos' nothing's ever gonna hurt them, as long as we are losing ourselves
The diesel lights come slipping from your hands and children playing innocent games
Too much colors interrupt one's vision
A full house lying face up on the table and if you hear a sound, please bring yourself back home
Cos the shuffling on the ground is no mistake
Wipe out the Jesus Christ ones, the stories they're carving inside our heads
They are so full of shit here, these people are mutilating their friends
Turn off the lights and float dear, the stories you hear of monsters aren't real
The brigade is entertaining, they're outside hallucinating their ends
But no one's playing attention to all the crazy chaos happening down here
Why should they care? Cos nothing's ever gonna hurt them, as long as we are losing ourselves
The diesel lights come slipping from your hands and children playing innocent games
Too much colors interrupt one's vision
A full house lying face up on the table and if you hear a sound, please bring yourself back home
Cos the shuffling on the ground is no mistake
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Writer(s): Ritchie Ho
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