The devil was on stilts this morning

He walked out back to see

The ten foot wine glass he used to ensnare me



Well i wanted to burn down the barn

Where he spent most his summer days

Well i lit a match and watched the haystacks burn

But the devil walked into the blaze



Gods and monsters



Well i lived in a small northern town

Where scratch had always had a foothold







But i always felt certain

I could stop the infernal cold



Gods and monsters



He'd taken control of a woman

That we all knew and loved

But she didn't recognize

The devil's hand inside her glove



She had power and influence

That she'd always used with care

But slowly and surely

Our lives became a nightmare



Gods and monsters