A. Bouchard - K. Bouchard - )



Keep going getting higher

New worlds waiting in the sky

To escape the feasting and the hunger

Not the monsters in our minds



We got our hands on this ship

And stowed away into the night

The four of us and Pasha dear

She to steer and we to fight



Federal rules and regulations

No more laughter left on earth

Outer space our one salvation

May god help us in our search



We went so fast that we grew younger

Put this ship on cruise control!

We all did our best with Pasha

But not as good as good ol' Joe



Love never should have entered

It was never in the plan

We were finally going to have her

And let Joe be damned...



Monsters, monsters, monsters in the night

Monsters, monsters, monsters in black and white

Monsters, monsters, monsters out of control

Monsters, monsters, monsters when you're alone

Monsters, monsters, monsters feeding on themselves

Monsters, monsters on the road to hell...



Joe awoke from a stupor

It was clear something was wrong

He rushed in and found us with her

And in his rage he aimed his gun



One shot and it was over

Pasha smiled and then was gone