What kind of things are you who live on papers
White papers that you say apply to me
Reams of rules constructed for protection
Protection for yourselves, but not for me

You hide behind your walls of bureaucracy
I find that you've nothing to do with me
You're all aliens
I opened up my eyes, and saw to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties

Today you went out to inspect your servants
I saw you wave and rave from my T.V.
You promised soon that they would have a paper
Give them the right to kill quite legally

So you hide in your palace of bureaucracy
I hope that you never contaminate me
You're all aliens
I opened up my eyes, and saw to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties

I opened up my eyes, and saw to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties
a-I opened up my eyes, and saw to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties
a-I opened up my eyes, and saw to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties