On the way to the show tonight, our feet were battering bitumen
It's only been seven hours since the comment
Since when I figured out what it meant
That sometimes I talk like a soundboard
"How are you?" "Get to the chopper" "John Kimble" etc
Just one move from a prank call
And I hope you're 'round for my downfall
Monster of the week
You know your lips move when you don't speak
You even made up your own language, you know I don't know what you mean
But it's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
Waiting 'round at the stage door, well hurry up and just get me my rider already
And I'm gonna need the code for the Wi-Fi
No, you don't seem like a wife guy
Monster of the week
You know your lips move when you don't speak
I even made up my own language, I know you don't know what I mean
But it's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
