Monster

There's a monster under my bed.
Haunting, hunting my head and the
daemon call my name again and again

Why, why, why we search the reasons why?
Cry, cry, cry, you don't have to cry.
Die, die, die, baby you don't have to die alone.

The streets are calling my name
the freaks are grawling insane
But you don't have to cry no more, oh yeah