I pull apart the present I climb inside the box You may well think I'm playing I a**ure you that I'm not Is it silly or serious? Or better left alone? It might sound mysterious But it's better alon 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