The devil was on stilts this morning
He walked out back to see
The ten foot wine glass he used to ensnare me
Well i wanted to burn down the barn
Where he spent most his summer days
Well i lit a match and watched the haystacks burn
But the devil walked into the blaze
Gods and monsters
Well i lived in a small northern town
Where scratch had always had a foothold
But i always felt certain
I could stop the infernal cold
Gods and monsters
He'd taken control of a woman
That we all knew and loved
But she didn't recognize
The devil's hand inside her glove
She had power and influence
That she'd always used with care
But slowly and surely
Our lives became a nightmare
Gods and monsters