Lyrics

Please wouldn't do, nor would gunshots make a sound Monkeys were born onto the spinning rock There in the dark, black void With a question and a thumb To build and to dream And to kill and wonder why it is Some were well hung, and some hung themselves as well All of them only wanted to be heard There in the dark, black void All spat on and ignored They would brush themselves off And get back out again to fight: 'Look at how fast I can juggle antelopes!' 'Look at how wise I am and how mature!' (there in the dark black void) 'I'm building little shapes, piling high, so high Casting shadows on the rest of you!' In roll the tanks to defend the monkey gold Monkeys will die by thousands for fantasies There is the dark black void So frightened and alone Bleeding now, dying here To be free and understood and back home And none of the monkeys would ever know why they're building and breathing And why the pain would never leave And why the killing goes on And why or where they're going In their little monkey towns, on the spinning rock In the dark, black void