Stretched between the lamplight and the cigarette ash
 In the corner of the city where the markets crashed 
 There are boxes of the lonely here and fires of hope
 We built a monster
 We built a monster

 You can take a bit of red a bit of white and blue
 From across the Atlantic laying trails to you
 little flash of lightning and some bully boy charm
 We built a monster
 We built a monster

 This thing can cross oceans in it's seven league boots
 It can chew the money tree right down to it's roots
 The ship of a state can go under in minutes
 You don’t know the flood [bad word] until you’re swimming in it.
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 It [bad word] from the hungry, it [bad word] from the bored
 It ain’t tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
 It spins like a tequila worm inside all of us
 We built a monster
 We built a monster

 It can breathe it's greed into innocent souls
 It can raise up armies, it can blow ‘em full of holes
 It can dress for occasion if occasion demands
 There is power in the chase, there is power in the hand

 So the city flickers on like a reeperbahn night
 Hissing like a wildcat just about to fight
 And it mutters that [bad word] by ladders of degree
 We built a monster
 We built a monster
 We built a monster
 We built a monster