The Microphones - Monsters lyrics

High pitch travel monster, Floating in the air. Digging in my ears. Low pitch ba** monster, Hiding in the back. The corner of the room he's in, Is all black. High pitch travel monster, -my eyes. Pokes -my eyes. Low pitch ba** monster, Telling me what to do, I cant see him but, He's telling me what to do. High pitch travel monster Lives in the woods. Spins around and cuts trees down, In the woods. Low pitch ba** monster Lives in a rotten stump. Only comes out dark at night, Telling me what to do. High pitch travel monster Lives in puke. Stings my tummy and my eyes. Pokes me with needles too. Low pitch ba** monster Lives inside of the books. Nobody really knows, Exactly how he looks. High pitch travel monster, Right in front of my face. Poking me with needles, And winning every race. Low pitch travel monster's going pretty slow, (stutters) Bi- big, Like a bomb. Low. High pitch travel monster Digs in everyone's ear, Feeds off everyone's fear. Different shaped soundwaves wiggle all around. *wheew!*