Monster

Words and Music by Brad Cole

There’s a Monster in this house
Hiding in blue jeans
There's danger in this house
It's bursting at the seams

There’s a Monster in your bed
Holding you close and wishin you dead
Lying in your bed
And kissing you instead

He's stealing all your years, He feasts upon your darkest fears

Silver bullets or wooden spikes,
Garlic necklace or Jesus Christ
Open arms can save his soul,
Invite him in cause he won't let go

There’s a Monster at your door
But he’s not lookin in
Pretend that you don’t see him
And he’ll never let you be

Hungry eyes that see, beauty across a broken bridge

Silver bullets and wooden spikes,
Garlic necklace or Jesus Christ
Open arms can save his soul,
Invite him in cause he wont let go

There’s Monster in this house
Monster in this house
Monster in this house
Monster in this house