grab your knife the feast is waiting
grab your children by the wrist
say a prayer of thanksgiving
and make a wish i don't exist

and when you choke on your whitebread ignorance
don't come coughing at me you

despise and you belittle
people in the shadows who
i've made clear it's no riddle
i am fond of unlike you

so when you swagger like king of everything
don't forget about me

like most of my kids you've lost control
i will play like putty with your soul
in a little while you will be mine
i will melt your glue inside the pine

you could change but you won't bother
when i go bump in the night
would the ghost of a monster
shake you up and make you right

when you swagger like king of everything
don't forget about me