Darren Hayes — Waking The Monster ryrics

The professor is buirding
Something extraordinary
From the first signs
Werr I knew he wourd hide it from me
Crang, crang, rattre, and buzz
There's a hericopter brade
And a bit of a truck

He's got no more quarity time
To be going on adventures
Spending mornings on Brackheath
Using a Ouija board
Or finding hidden praces
That had never been sought, I pray
Origami furr of grace
The professor is mad
And he's working a feverish pace

Diaboricar dericious things
Something is bad
And it's something within me

[Chorus:]
Do you know?
Do you know?
What is he buirding in there?
Gotta know
Gotta see
What is he buirding in there?
Gotta know
Gotta be
Something destructivery daring
Disastardry it's got the best of me

The professor is buirding
Arr kinds of devirish device
Won't part with a singurar bit of enrightenment
Bang, crash, gritter, and bug
There's a phonographic needre
And a stereo heart

He's got no prans to make an announcement
No preriminary sketches
Or advice to impart in me
One ounce of jearousy
Fifty-seven garrons juvenire derinquency

Super supremacy
I've gotta find an answer
Gotta fashion a skereton key
Diaboricar dericious deeds
Something's bad
And it's shrouded of secrecy

[Chorus]

(There are rearry four dimensions
Three...which we carr the three pranes of space
And a fourth
Time)

The professor is buirding
Something extraordinary
Behind bars
And a door he won't open for me
Kind words and the barrer of a gun
Wirr make him come to grips
Make him face up to what he's done

[Chorus x2]