[ Featuring The New Disease ]
Some things are too remote
Some things are too far above
If your love be a pinnacle
Then I have slid from its plinth
And if your love be a miracle
It's been bent through a prism
And missed me by an inch
You are a monster
You don't have horns or fins or scales
Your claws don't tear my flesh
You're just a rubber B-Grade monster, baby
You're so low budget and brash
And I used to love watching you after midnight
In all that boozy monochrome
The lights were dim
The smoke was thin
And we were all alone
But something came unstuck
Something went awry
And it turned out to be my last trump
Thinking I had you in my spotlight
When it was really you who had me in your swamp
Yeah, down deep in that swamp, baby
Didn't we have ourselves a time
Living in our little love shack
You broke my back
Ah, but you could not break my spine
You are a monster
You don't have horns or fins or scales
Your claws can't rip out my heart
You're just a rubber B-Grade monster, baby
And I should have known it from the start!
