I pull apart the present
I climb inside the box
You may well think I’m playing
I assure you that I’m not
Is it silly or serious?
Or better left alone?
It might sound mysterious
But it’s better left alone
There are monsters in the skies, burning unfamiliars
Of quite what I can’t decide, but give me a minute
Just give me a minute
Where are the men, the men, all the men got diseases
The women have got their machines, it’s easy peasy
The devil you know is just as scared as you
There are monsters in the skies, creeping and crawling
And quite what I can’t decide, but give me a minute
Just give me a minute