Lyrics

Yearning, keep them burning, kepp them earning Someones got to pay for all these televisions There's children singing, and church bells ringing And people skipping merrily to work and dreaming And dreaming For maybe, you'll wind up crazy, and when you're drinking You may start thinking that you're stupid and you're lazy Well just keep earning, keep on yearning And you will believe there are no gods and monsters Gods and monsters So free of contradictions, no dereliction There are no gods and monsters So useless and so pretty and so good So pretty and so good, gods and monsters Now have I got you watching, for all the gods and monsters A sitting, reclining in the back row of your mind I think thats what you'll find Yes there are gods and monsters Yes there are gods and monsters