The devil was on stilts this morning He walked out back to see The ten foot wine gla** he used to ensnare me Well i wanted to burn down the barn Where he spent most his summer days Well i lit a match and watched the haystacks burn But the devil walked into the blaze Gods and monsters Well i lived in a small northern town Where scratch had always had a foothold
But i always felt certain I could stop the infernal cold Gods and monsters He'd taken control of a woman That we all knew and loved But she didn't recognize The devil's hand inside her glove She had power and influence That she'd always used with care But slowly and surely Our lives became a nightmare Gods and monsters