He used to like the tall grass
Afraid if monsters tried to fight
Until one day he vowed
To be the beast that owns the night
But that's not who he was
He was the happy one
Meant for fun
Meant to run and run and run
He ventured out into the wild
To slowly test his show
And soon enough he found
That he was a name to know
But that's not who he was
He was the clever one
Meant to run
Meant to run and run and run
Now when he fights he smiles
And there's vicious in his eyes
He laughs now at the tall grass
And no one even tries
But that's not who he was
He was the sweetest one
Meant for fun …
Meant to run and run and run
All the monsters keep their distance
Hope he never wants a fight
And one by one they vow
To be the beast that owns the night ...