Monkey Song کے بول

the fight's not over, thanks for reminding me grind the teeth, jagged stories of how things should be now i count on things that come with the spring i fought myself 'til i was sore zero-one-zero-one-zero poor excuse for petty theft our figures don't match, i'm a line pointing down small numbers and hand-outs though no demons inside just a couple of stinky monkees with cadillacs roaming in the jelly of the beast thumbs up, hats off, a pat in the back i'm alive and well, though our figures don't match...