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