Green Monkeys

In a distant street a distant beat repeats machine gun like

In a forest grows a sweet fruit filled with poison

In a clear blue sky a plane bursts into flames high above us

In an office blind machines blink out data in a rush

Whatever they say they say it isn't true what they say

It didn't come from the gays the blacks the haitians or the whores or

Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or green monkeys ya ya ya yah

Green monkeys ya ya ya yah or green monkeys ya ya ya yah