there's a little monster in my bed
and says: “You're dead! You're really dead!”
to call an ambulance makes no sense
there is no doubt-
you bid the ground
there's no need to be amazed
and make this flabbergasted face

I tell you:
so many people are dead
but don't feel so
they pose alive but in fact
it's a freak show

so many people are dead
but don't feel so
I've got their lives in my bag
now I need yours”

then the tiny hairy monster started to dance
and he jumped around
and made a face like a clown
and said: “I'm in a hurry, so pack your stuff!
It's nearly quarter to eight
and I don't want to be late-
it's a slightly different hell,
but we've got a prime time there as well
just like you're used to...

so many people are dead
but don't feel so
their lines are definitely flat
just their beards grow

so many people are dead
but don't think so
in fact they rot in their beds
and they stink so”

but then I kicked the little monster out of my bed
and said: “Hey, Gnome- that's the end of your show!
I don't believe a single word you say.
I love my life and you waste my time!
Over there you see the door!
Don't want to smell you here anymore-
and don't forget your slimy shoes-
the only one who stinks is you!”

and as the little monster jumped out of my window
I sang him this tune:

“So many monsters are dead
but don't feel so
they like to see you upset
so they tease you

So many monsters are dead
as the pope is
you gotta give them the boots
without notice

all your monsters are dead!
so kick them out of your head!
all your monsters are dead!
so kick them out of your head!”