VERSE 1
There’s a monster at your door, though she looks like an angel
Taking pictures of your house from more than one angle
She won’t be the only one who shows up this evening
They got shotguns for popping, baseball bats for beating
You reach for the gun locked inside your steel cabinet
You got a machete to turn their clothes into cabbage
You got a one-way ticket in case you need to dip
But for now, no movement, just zip your fucking lip
VERSE 2
You can cross the country and then cross the ocean
But the monster’s fanatics are known for their devotion
If she gives marching orders, they’ll march your ass down
If you’re in the biggest city or the tiniest of towns
It takes a marathon sprint to get the fuck away
Until your legs crumble like they’re paper mâché
Until your heart beats at a million per minute
Until your sanity is pushed beyond explosive limits
VERSE 3
Nobody in their right mind will think this is fair
If they do, they got no brain under their hair
Monsters have short fuses over absolutely nothing
The tiniest infraction is worth a lifetime of cussing
Throwing a fit and making big ass scenes
They got fuck-you money and the praise of the machine
But if the history of tyrants is anything to go by
Their empires will crumble as they crocodile cry
