They're walking to the Beat of a broken drum Digging for worth in A land under a foreign sun
The children call bitter words Of a strange tongue Hearts down, they're walking Heavy until the dying's down
Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh
I see their hands Some hold a bottle Some hold back And in their eyes A wave of light In a sea of black
Their voices low Trembling for blood to drink And what they know Of a deep that cries to
Deep in the night The night oh they call They call In the night, the night Oh they call They call now
Oh hear the monsters calling home No they don't wanna be alone, but the Closet they keep closed Swallow the key so that nobody Nobody knows how they beat
They beat their chest to the sounds Of their broken hearts Crying wolf under sheep's skins Reaching out their claws
Stomping their feet Never letting up the dust Choking up their lungs Told to be a father Growing up into a fatherless
Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come Son, oh my son, won't you come, won't you come
Oh hear the monsters calling home No they don't wanna be alone, but the Closet they keep closed Swallow the key so Nobody knows how they beat