Chasing Monsters - John Wesley, J. Robert, Mark Prator

Last year, is a terrible place to live

Before that, is someplace ya go when you cannot forgive

Your own misguided attempt, at changing the world

Wake up in the dark you’re all covered in sweat

I ain’t much of a gambler but I’d be willing to bet

You’ve been chasing monsters

Looks like you’ve already been found…

You wear addiction like a second skin

Well this is one fight you never fought to win

Try as you might

You’re the only fool that still believes

Well I’m here with you

Chasing monsters with you

I still believe, so tell me

Where do they come from?

Where do they come from?

Well I’m here with you

Hunting monsters with you

I’ve got the big guns so tell me

Where do they come from?

Where do they come from?

The chime of a full glass, taste of the first pass

Aroma of butane laid out before you

Slit of a short skirt, a blade on a glass tray

Bliss of a raised vein, chained to the spoon again

The life of the party, centre of gravity

A shroud of mystery surrounds you

The smack of a freight train.

Crippling ghost pains

Cower and hide, mosters have found you again

Well I’m here with you

Chasing monsters with you

I still believe, so tell me

Where do they come from?

Where do they come from?

Well I’m here with you

Hunting monsters with you

I’ve got the big guns so tell me

Where do they come from?

Where do they come from?