Daddy’s Makin’ Monsters

Daddy's making monsters in the back garden shed
Playing with the animals, fucking with the dead
Messing around with children, pulling out their eyes
Sewing arms to faces and playing with their try's

Daddy's making monsters
Daddy's making monsters

Looking out the window in the dead of night
Crazy, hazy shadows, you know they don't look right
The light is on in the garden shed, he's messing around again
A flash of light, a power surge, child missing number ten

Daddy's making monsters
Daddy's making monsters

And he's fucking with the dead, he's fucking with the dead
Playing with the animals and messing with their heads
He's fucking with the dead, he's fucking with the dead
Playing with the animals and messing with their heads

Daddy's making monsters
Daddy's making monsters

There's moaning in the moonlight, the freaks have come alive
Wandering around the garden, mutants running wild
Got to find a victim for daddy to operate
What will he make this time? The kids, they just can't wait

And he's fucking with the dead, he's fucking with the dead
Messing with the animals and playing with their heads
He's fucking with the dead, he's fucking with the dead
Messing with the children and playing with their heads

Daddy's making monsters
Daddy's making monsters

A neighbourhood of mutant freaks, a place you never go
If you wind up down that path, those twisted freaks will show
Mindless mutant creatures huddled by the fire
Gonna be a zombie barbeque, Miss Jones they fry tonight

Daddy's making monsters
Daddy's making monsters