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