The Monster Under my Bed Lyrics

You said I made him up

You swore that he’s not real

But I saw those spindly fingers

I know that I felt the chill

And as I grew I learned to fake it

Ignored the instincts in my head

But in my heart I still believe

there’s a dirty great monster underneath my bed

And our parents teach us right from wrong

to play games nicely and to get along

with other kids and to learn the knack

to divide the world of fiction from facts

But we also learn what not to see

To deny a spiritual harmony

that pulls us on to a different plane

where logic fails our reptilian brain

You said I made him up

You swore that he’s not real

But I saw those spindly fingers

I know that I felt the chill

And as I grew I learned to fake it

Ignored the instincts in my head

But in my heart I still believe

there’s a dirty great monster underneath my bed

I was told good boys say their nightly prayers

they don’t imagine creatures who just aren’t there

and scare their little sister with ghostly tales

of blood red eyes and spikey scales

But we’ve all got monsters in our rooms

Who come out to play in the nigh time gloom

When our sunshine brains are fast asleep

into our dreams and souls they creep

You said I made him up

You swore that he’s not real

But I saw those spindly fingers

I know that I felt the chill

And as I grew I learned to fake it

Ignored the instincts in my head

But in my heart I still believe

there’s a dirty great monster underneath my bed