There are monsters under the bed
There are monsters that creep into your head
They fill your mind with nasty thoughts
Telling you your life has to stop

The goblins and ghouls that go bump in the night
Stand together and give you a fright
They scratch your face, they chew your toes
They tell you things you shouldn't know

Dance with demons, drink witches brew
You're turning into one of them, and there's nothing you can do
Try as you might
You can't win the fight

You crawl under beds
And creep into heads
When you don't, you scare instead
You're a monster now, and you're dead