Consult your mouth, flapping wings beneath the bednYou lay down your innocence, though it is just half deadnIt has crawled here to rest... and slowly it will dienSo run your fingers through my skinnAnd I shall be made your musicnWe must ride the rougher paths to blissnI can do it with a kissnnYou were sitting on my Xmas treenAnd you were looking down at mennWell, I went to the movies for three yearsnAnd I heard that you were busy going in and out of therapynSo you lost all my money and I cost you all your friendsnThey do not want to talk to you, but I do, I do, I do!nnSo we dress up like snowmen and run around your gardennChanting DAVID IS THE MONSTER!