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Jars Of Clay

Good Monsters

 

Good Monsters

(album: Good Monsters - 2006)


All the good monsters open their eyes
To see the wasteland where the home fires rise
And the people shouting, "Why, why, why"
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?
All of the giants wake from their sleep
And roll outside of safety's keep
And the pain makes them feel so alive
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?

And we are bored of all the things we know
Do you know what you are?
Do you know what you are?
Not all monsters are bad
But the ones who are good
Never do what they could, never do what they could

All the good monsters rattle their chains
And dance around the open flames
They make a lot of empty noise
While all of the bright eyes turn away
As if there wasn't anything to say
About the justice and the mystery
Do you know what you are? (Do you know what you are?)
Do you know what you are? (Do you know what you are?)

We are bored of all the things we know
And we are forms of everything we love, we love

If good won't show it's ugly face
Evil, won't you take your place?
Nothing ever changes, nothing ever changes
By itself

We are bored of all the things we know
Do you know what you are? (Do you know what you are?)
'Cause we are, we're so in love with ourselves
We are forms of all the things we love

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