Monsters

Monsters - Blue Oyster Cult

Written by：Bouchard

Keep goin' getting higher

New worlds waiting in the sky

Escape the feasting and the hunger

Not the monsters in our minds

Got our hands on a ship

And stole away into the night

The four of us and pasha dear

She to steer and we to fight

Fed up with rules and regulations

No more laughter left on earth

Outer space our one salvation

May god help us in our search

We fled so fast that we grew younger

Put the ship on cruise control

We all did our best with pasha

But not as good as good ol' Joe

Monsters monsters monsters in the night

Monsters monsters monsters in black and white

Monsters monsters monsters out of control

Monsters monsters monsters when you're alone

Monsters monsters monsters feed on themselves

Monsters monsters monsters on the road to hell

Love never should have entered

It was never in the plan

We were finally going to have her

And let Joe be d**ned

Joe awoke from a stupor

It was clear something was wrong

He rushed in and found us with her

And in his rage he aimed his gun

One shot and it was over

Pasha smiled and then was gone