In the city streets,
It's a free-for-all,
As the people sleep,
As the darkness falls,
I keep a baseball bat,
By the side of my bed,
I wear a tin foil hat,
To keep them out my head,
Why are these monsters out to get me?
And why doesn't anyone believe me?
Back in my room,
Hiding under my bed,
Where the shadows creep,
Waiting to be fed,
I can see it move,
I can hear it breath,
I can see it's claws,
I can see it's teeth...
Why are these monsters out to get me?
And why doesn't anyone believe me?
Maybe I just lost the plot,
Maybe I fell off the track,
Don't believe them they think you're insane,
Don't believe them they think you're crazy,
We're gonna find you,
We're gonna get you,
We're gonna find you,
We're gonna kill you,
Too many voices in my head...
Stop! I can't hear myself think.
Why are these monsters out to get me?
And why doesn't anyone believe me?