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

Monsters – creeping, crawling, shrieking, balling

All those fucking monsters

Horrible things

They’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming, they’re coming

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



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

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



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