Monster

Are you ready
Oh yeah
All right

Everyone's talking but nobody's listening
Different beliefs are held under suspicion
Fear of the man passing you on the street
Stare at the ground so your eyes never meet
Danced with the devil and sung like a saint
Called me a clown and you handed me greasepaint

But you've got me wrong
You've got me

Yeah
Grab your pitchforks
Yeah
Play hide and seek
Yeah
Point your torches
At the monster of the week

Panicky people want public apologies
Born out of boredom by bloated bureaucracy
Scream out in outrage, or drown it in booze
Call me a liar, and hide from the truth

But you've got me wrong
You've got me

Yeah
Grab your pitchforks
Yeah
Play hide and seek
Yeah
Point your torches
At the monster of the week

You've got me wrong
You've got me

Yeah
Grab your pitchforks
Yeah
Play hide and seek
Yeah
Point your torches
At the monster of the week

Follow the values you valiantly violate
Yell your excuses. There's only yourself to blame.
Lay down your judgments, and punch at the air
Tell me I'm wrong and your god doesn't care

But you've got me wrong
You've got me



Credits
Writer(s): Ron Sansone
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