Lyrics: Waking The Monster

The Professor is building something extraordinary
From the first signs, well I knew he would hide it from me
Clang, clang rattle and buzz
There's a helicopter blade and a bit of a truck

He's got no more quality time to be
Going on adventures spending mornings on black key
Using a ouija board
Or finding hidden places that have never been sought I pray
Origami, full of grace
The professor is mad and he's working a feverish pace
Diabolical, delicious things
Something is bad and it's something within me

Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta see what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly
It's got the best of me

The Professor is building all kind of devilish devices
One part with a singular bit of enlightenment
Bang, crash glitter and bug
There's a phonographic needle and a stereo-heart

He's got no plans to make an announcement
No preliminary sketches, or advice to impart to me
One ounce of jealousy
Fifty-seven gallons juvenile delinquency

Super supremacy
Gotta find the answer
Gotta fashion a skeleton key
Diabolical delicious deeds
Something's bad and its shrouded in secrecy

Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta see, what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly
It's got the best of me

[Computerized/megaphone voice:]
There are really few dimensions.
Three; which we call the three planes of space.
And a fourth: Time

The professor is building something extraordinary
Behind bars and a door he won't open for me
Kind words and a barrel of a gun
Will make him come to grips
Make him face up to what he's done

Do you know, do you know, what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta see, what is he building in there?
Gotta know, gotta be something destructively daring, disasterly
It's got the best of me