Monsters (Eli Grove Remix)

[Verse 1]
Yo, we never even knew where they came from
Maybe the ocean floor or so say some
Others speculated that they came from outer space
All we know is that they did come upon the planet’s face
Those monsters, horrible things
With gaping jaws, razor sharp claws and wings
All covered in fur, feathers and nails, lizardish scales
With tails they dragged behind them leaving glistening trails
They emerged like something straight from our worst dreams
Sirens started sounding at the sounds of the first screams
Panic in the streets as people ran lest they got caught
Crying out, “what fresh hell hath our god wrought?”
Locked up all our doors, cocked our guns and we called cops
Loaded up our shelters with supplies, pulled out all stops
But none of that was necessary, seems we were in luck
‘Cause the monsters weren’t interested in us, they just want to fuck

[Chorus]
Monsters, creeping, crawling, shrieking, balling
All those fucking monsters
Horrible things
They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming

[Verse 2]
They were fuck monsters, yeah, monsters who fuck monsters
Like sci-fi creatures from an X-rated Buck Rogers
One-track reptilian brains fucking one another
Stop, drop and roll, duck and cover, motherfucker
Sex beasts with two backs in many pairs
Going in and out of one another, fucking everywhere
And even there in hiding spots, we shook to the core
When we heard the monsters’ awful roar
Each of them had ten dicks, ten clits and ten tits
And countless freaky fingers fucking filling every orifice
Ten pussies, ten assholes and ten mouths
From which the thickest viscous ropes of drool would spill out
They were sucking and fucking, choking and gagging, spitting, slapping
Or jacking off watching the most graphic acts you can imagine
Like some hentai kaiju with sex toys and everything
Fuck, fill, enjoy anything

[Chorus]
Monsters, creeping, crawling, shrieking, balling
All those fucking monsters
Horrible things
They’re coming, they’re coming, and then they’ll come again
Monsters, feeding, gnashing, freaky, nasty
Oh, those fucking monsters
Horrible things
They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming

[Verse 3]
And soon we had a global epidemic on our hands
But our noblemen and presidents and priests had hatched a plan
Phoned up France, warned them to pass on the bloody wrath
Tuned in Tokyo, told them to just clear a fucking path
Since they never slept or ate, they only topped or bottomed
With caution we watched some monsters drop from exhaustion
When one would fall from fatigue, the others, no doubt
Would crawl inside its dead body and fuck their way out
Twisted into 69s and triple DPs
These beasties brought themselves to rug-burned bloody knees
They fucked themselves to death, and it was heard on the tube
They left behind ponds of cum, streets slick and sticky with lube
And a whole lot of monster bodies that were gathered and burned
You may ask with some concern, “but did they ever return?”
Well, two of them remained, and they’ve been here all along
They just donned some human costumes, now they’re singing this song

[Chorus]
Monsters, creeping, crawling, shrieking, balling
Oh, we’re fucking monsters
Horrible things
We’re coming, we’re coming, and then we’ll come again
Monsters, feeding, gnashing, freaky, nasty
Oh, we’re fucking monsters
Horrible things
We’re coming, we’re coming, we’re coming, we’re coming